Darkness swallowed everything around the space.
Nathan stood alone, surrounded by a void so thick and absolute that even the echo of his own breath felt muted. It was a darkness without weight, without shape—an endless, starless abyss that wrapped around him like a damp, suffocating shroud.
He slowly exhaled, watching nothingness ripple before his eyes.
"What… is this place?" He murmured, his voice drifting out like a fragile thread into the emptiness.
There was no answer. Only silence. A silence that felt older than mountains and colder than winter graves.
Nathan flexed his fingers, making sure he still had them. The air—or what resembled air—felt stagnant, unmoving, as if time itself had stopped here.
Did I die in the end?
The thought slithered quietly through his mind.
