in the world of XXX, at its deepest layer, there lies a man bound—not by ropes or iron, but by the weight of the world itself. Chains of shadow and holy light cling to his limbs, invisible to the naked eye yet unyielding, tightening with every heartbeat. The world had fled. Cities once filled with life had crumbled into silence, forests once protected by ancient beasts twisted into impossible shapes, and the sky—where gods once dwelled—had turned black, as if the sun itself had abandoned the earth out of fear.
They feared him. they always had. Gods whispered his name as a curse and legends trembled at the thought of his steps even the wind recoiled carrying their hated like smoke and yet he remained trapped between worlds a man who had no more past and no friend only the endless night pressing in from all sides
He tried to move, to break free but the void laughed. it flowed into him around him living thing that did not release its prey once captured faces appeared in the void twisted and screaming accusing him of sins he could not remember committing every gaze burned like hell fire every whisper pierced like a dagger and still he waited for what he did not know perhaps for release perhaps for revenge ir perhaps for the world itself to finally understand the burden it had cast upon him.
But they will never understand.
NOT NOW
NOT EVER