The darkness was not simply an absence of light—it might as well be a living thing.
It stretched endlessly in every direction, a yawning abyss that swallowed time and space whole. There was no sky here, no ground, no horizon—only an infinite, suffocating black that pressed in from all sides like the weight of drowned dreams. The air (if it could be called air) hung thick and stagnant, undisturbed by wind or motion, as if the very concept of change had been erased from existence.
And yet - something stirred...
A lone figure, pale as a ghost, moving through the nothingness with slow, measured steps. Her bare feet made no sound against the void, leaving no trace of her passage. She might have been floating. She might have been falling. In this place, the difference meant nothing.
