A person…?
No.
Eyes.
Just eyes—suspended in the void, glimmering like wet stones under a black river. No body. No shadow. Only those eyes, fixed on me.
My pulse hammers against my ribs. My mouth feels dry.
Yes… what's happening?
And then—just below the eyes—a mouth forms. No skin, no face, only lips unfurling like ink spilling on paper.
It speaks.
A voice too low to belong to anything human, yet clear enough to cut through the silence.
"Are you…"
I couldn't catch the rest. Like the words drowned before reaching me. But it was asking. It was asking me something. Asking me who I am.
Am I supposed to answer them? Or just keep quiet?
I think for a second—long enough for the eyes to blink once, slowly, unnaturally, like a predator sizing up prey. The darkness seems to lean closer, pressing in.
And then—
I blacked out again intersting right? Blacking out when you yourself in a black maze or something like that?
This time when I woke up I looked up and saw a celling.. where am I?