The cold abyss of darkness surrounded me, a void so all-encompassing it felt alive. It wrapped itself around me like a cocoon, suffocating and unyielding, as though the mother of death herself had drawn me into her embrace. Time passed, but it was impossible to grasp how much—minutes, hours, years? It all blurred together in the unrelenting void.
At one point, a powerful aura surged toward me, crashing against the walls of darkness that bound me. For a fleeting moment, hope flickered. It's over. This torment will end. But no matter how fiercely the force struggled, it was futile. The darkness held strong, its grip unshaken. The pain remained—a constant, merciless presence.
"Death…" The word slipped from my lips, over and over, like a chant I couldn't stop. My voice, once defiant, now trembled with desperation. "Kill me… enough…" I whispered, the words barely audible in the suffocating silence. "What did I do to deserve this?"
