The plunge was endless.
Lin couldn't tell if he was falling through water, drifting through air, or being dragged through layers of memory and marrow. Gravity meant nothing here—only the pull of resonance, a current so powerful it bypassed flesh and went straight for bone. Every beat of his heart sounded muffled, as though echoing underwater.
Min-joon's grip on his wrist was the only thing that proved he wasn't dissolving entirely. The abyss wanted to strip him apart, piece by piece, and scatter him into its currents. Without that hand, that tether, he knew he'd already be gone.
The deeper they sank, the darker it became. Yet the darkness wasn't absence—it was alive, full of shifting textures, faint glimmers of skeletal silhouettes, strange creatures that vanished whenever Lin tried to focus on them.
His chains vibrated with wild energy, thrashing against him like an animal finally tasting freedom. They wanted this place. They wanted home.
Come down. Deeper. To where we began.
