William's breath hitched as his eyes locked onto the monstrous purple orb staring back at him from the abyss. It was massive, unblinking, and pulsating with an otherworldly energy that seeped into his very soul. This was no mere eye—it was an abomination, a piece of something that should never exist in the mortal realm. The sight of it sent icy needles racing down his spine, and his knees buckled beneath him. Dread coiled around his chest like a serpent, squeezing the air from his lungs. He tried to speak, to scream, but his voice failed him. The abyss seemed to grow darker, more suffocating, as though it was feeding off his fear.
The silence stretched unbearably, broken only by the sound of William's ragged breathing. Yet somehow, through the pounding in his ears and the paralyzing terror, he managed to choke out a single, trembling question:
"Who... who are you?"
