Chapter ThreeNathan’s eyes fluttered open. His jaw throbbed while his vision came into focus. His head lagged behind. He tried to look around, but his head refused to move. Even his eyes would not turn in the direction he wanted. He tried to lift an arm, a leg, but nothing responded.
It felt the same as the time he was a boy and woke stuck in sleep paralysis. He couldn’t move — all his autonomy stolen. For a few seconds, his little boy mind feared he would never move again. He would be a prisoner upon his bed. But back then, once he fully awoke, the sleep paralysis ceased, and he went about his morning routine — shaken but free. This time, however, he hadn’t been asleep. He had been in the Darkness.
As his mind cleared, he discovered a strong desire to return to fogginess. A stunning wom
