This emptiness wasn’t gentle. Not the kind that lulls you to rest. It was a storm, a relentless tide. Dragging you under with every breath. The silence it brought was deafening. Each moment is heavy with what once was. Memories, sharp as shattered glass. Cutting through the fragile veil of forgetting. It wasn't a place to find solace. But a haunting, where peace dared not tread.
Darkness.
It wasn’t the peaceful kind, the one that cradles you into slumber. This was heavy, arduous, and suffocating. Hunter felt as though he were trapped in an endless void, weightless yet crushed by an invisible force. There was no sound, no light, only the cold grip of emptiness that sent him spiralling into fear.
Where was he? he wondered. Is he dead?
But then, faintly, he heard something - a rhythmic be
