The air felt heavy in the world of lost time and space—if you could even call it air. It was more like a weight pressing down on my shoulders, a reminder of just how far I'd come. The place was an endless void, filled with swirling mists of darkness, flickering lights like broken stars, and the ever-present, gnawing sense of being somewhere I shouldn't be. It was a world where time didn't move right, where space bent and twisted, as if it had given up on the concept of linearity altogether. It was disorienting, like I was constantly walking through a mirage, unsure if my next step would lead me forward or back to where I began. The darkness stretched on forever, an unending expanse that swallowed everything whole. And yet, I couldn't let it swallow me—not yet.
But I had to keep going.
