Daniel's breath came in shallow gasps, his body still tingling from the invisible force that had nearly pulled him into the abyss. His pulse hammered in his ears, drowning out the faint whispers that seemed to hang in the air around him. It was as if his very being was vibrating, torn between two realities—one tethered to the world he knew, and the other, beckoning him to a place beyond comprehension. The tendrils of ancient darkness had almost claimed him, and something deep inside of him recognized it, an instinctual call that resonated with his very soul.
The pulsating void before him was still there, unmoving, but it felt alive. It stretched endlessly, as if it held the answers to questions he had yet to even formulate. Every time his eyes grazed its surface, it seemed to pulse back at him, drawing him in with an unspoken promise of forbidden knowledge. The darkness was not just an absence—it was something that had been waiting for him, for as long as he had been alive.
