In the surrounding darkness, I see myself lost.
No light can penetrate this void of blackness, and I am left to stumble blindly. My senses are overwhelmed by the absence of even a flicker of light.
In every step, I struggle against the oppressive nothingness that surrounds me. My movements are futile against the suffocating darkness around me.
Where am I?
My mind is racing with questions, but there are no answers to be found in this desolate realm.
How did I even get here? What path led me to this god-forsaken place?
Memories are eluding me, slipping through my grasp like sand on the beach, leaving me with nothing but a sense of profound disorientation.
Desperation is now clawing it's way into my chest as I attempt to scream, to cry out into this void and shatter the silence enveloping me.
However, my voice is but a whisper. It is swallowed by the darkness, lost amidst the vast expanse of dark that stretches out before me.
In this realm of shadows, time seem to have no existence.
Minutes can stretch into hours and hours into days and I would trapped within this endless night, a prisoner of the abyss. Will I be here forever?
But then, in this black stillness, I hear a voice. It pierces the silence, sending a shiver down my spine.
Who is that?
It's not my own voice echoing back at me in the darkness, but that of a man—a whisper so faint it's as if it's spoken directly into my ear.
Startled, I turn to my left, searching for the source of this haunting whisperer. Yet, as quickly as it came, the voice drifts away.
And now it echoes from my right ear, its soft cadence sending a chill through the air that travels upon my skin, raising goosebumps.
Each whispered word washes over me like waves of upon sand and leaving in it's wake a sense of unease, creeping me out. As if, the very darkness itself is speaking to me.
My heart begins to race whilst I strain to comprehend the meaning behind the mysterious whispers. Its origin eluding me every time I try to catch it, losing itself amidst the shadows that surround me.
I need to get out of here.
I scream again, hoping to catch the sympathetic side of my whisperer and he would come to my aid.
Between this darkness, my desperate cries echo into the void, remaining unanswered and swallowed by the abyss once again.
But then, like a glimmer of hope in the night, I see a faint light appearing, drawing my gaze to it like a moth to the flame.
With my determination renewed, I pressed onwards, drawn inexorably towards the distant beacon of light. With no idea where I am stepping and what lies ahead.
Although the path ahead may be fraught with unknown perils, How can I afford to falter? It is my only hope in this world of darkness, that faint glimmer may be my only salvation.
So, with tentative steps, I approach the source of this glimmer and my heart pounding in anticipation. I draw closer, the light clears up in my vision into two orbs of golden fire, their brilliance piercing through the shadows that envelop me as if they were fighting off the shadows to bring forth illumination.
However, once close, what I thought were mere orbs reveal themselves to be something far more unsettling—eyes.
They were eyes!
Two fiery orbs fixate themselves on me from the darkness, their intensity burning into my soul with an unspoken message. Their sheer aura making me stumble back.
Paralyzed by fear, I watch as they begin to move, a silent yet menacing presence in the abyss I am in.
With each movement, they seem to draw closer, closing the distance between us until I can feel their gaze searing into my very being.
Once more, the haunting voice calls out from the shadows, its silky timbre weaving through the air like a siren's song. "Seraphina..."
With a shiver, I turn on my heels, confronting the source of the enigmatic voice.
There, standing before me, are the same golden eyes, glimmering with an otherworldly allure. They move with a predatory grace, each motion calculated and deliberate, sending a chill down my spine.
As the voice continues its relentless call, I feel its resonance reverberating within me, filling me with a strange sense of recognition.
Though the voice does not utter my name, I can't shake the feeling that it is meant for me, that I am the one it seeks.
But I am not-
"Seraphina," it whispers, each syllable dripping with an intensity that leaves me breathless. Despite my attempts to deny it, the name resonates within me, stirring something deep within my soul.
"I- I'm not S-Seraphina," stammering, my words faltering in the face of the unearthly presence before me. But even as I speak, I watch in horror as the eyes begin to change, their once-golden hue darkening into something altogether more sinister.
The once-golden eyes now blaze with a fiery intensity of blood and gore, that pierces through the darkness, casting sinister crimson shadows upon the void. Turning everything I see now washed in blood-red.
As they lock onto me with an unyielding gaze, a wave of terror washes over me, freezing me in place.
Before I can react, the eyes lunge forward with an alarming speed, their depths now swirling with a menacing darkness.
I stagger backward, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggle to comprehend the unfolding nightmare.
In the blink of an eye, the haunting red eyes are upon me, their malevolent presence overwhelming my senses. I feel a chill run down my spine as the voice echoes in my ears once more, each word dripping with malice this time.
"Seraphina," it intones, a sinister promise of pain and suffering echoing in its wake.
Before I can react, darkness envelops me once more, the deafening sound of pounding drumming in the abyss, drowning out all other thoughts along with the last image of something white and pointy.
And I can't help but imagine they resembled very much to... fangs.