Heythe raised his flashlight further, revealing the details with terrifying clarity
Under that open eye that seemed to penetrate his soul, there was a deep trench dug in the floor of the cave
Separating him from the wall
And he started seeing 01:01 and he remembered what happened at this time
Then he found himself in a white open place in front of him
a door in this door it was there a heyth holding a squeezed vine and dead and a very tall and black body
He doesn't look like a human giving him a pomegranate
Heyth walked to that door when he got closer to that door
The door opened and that black body faced him, and he started speaking a strange language
Hey, he stepped in that door and in that way it was void when he stepped
He started seeing a dead bodies in that space calling him and saying "you won't make it"
And another one saying "death death death"
And these bodies were Distorted by his face; his body is emaciated, he has no hair, and resembles a skeleton
And in a blink of an eye he saw someone look like him crying and advised him "to tighten up"
The echo of his crying lookalike's voice faded into the void, but his words " tighten up" kept ringing in Heyth's ears like an alarm bell.
Then his clothes started to tear and then every piece went into the darkness of the tent
He forced himself to stand still even though his knees were shaking violently.
He knew that crying or collapsing here meant the end, just as it happened to those floating bodies
He slowly turned to face the towering black entity that had been waiting for him with terrifying patience
Up close, the entity was not just a "black body". It looked like a black hole in human form; a mass of pure darkness that absorbed any light that approached it. He had no features, no eyes, no mouth, yet Heyth felt his gaze pierce his skull, reading his thoughts and fear
The entity stopped speaking that strange metallic language. There was a heavy silence, heavier than the silence of the cave
The entity extended its abnormally long arm toward heyth. In the dark palm of his hand, the pomegranate glowed with a faint red light, beating Slowly like a living heart that had just been snatched away. She looked strangely seductive amidst this blackness, smelling pleasant and promising life in this place of death.
Heyth tried to speak, but his voice came out hoarse and weak: "From... Who are you? Where am I?