After Sam drank the "Apprentice" potion and entered the White Space, time began to change in a way that defied reality. Every moment felt like an eternity, and every second weighed heavily on his heart and mind.
First Month
At first, the days passed with relative ease. The White Space was eerily quiet, containing nothing but emptiness. For a moment, the silence was comforting—there were no distractions. Sam had full control over himself and felt no immediate danger approaching. He remained in a state of mental balance, but deep inside, he knew that this peace was temporary. As the days went by, he began to sense something strange. A feeling emerged within him that this silence was unnatural, that something was bound to change.
Third Month
With time, Sam began to hear incomprehensible whispers seeping into his mind. The voices were faint, indistinct murmurs at first, but soon, he felt as if they were surrounding him—whispering from every direction, echoing through the spaces of his consciousness. It became harder to tell whether these whispers were merely thoughts in his own mind or something external.
At first, he tried to ignore them, thinking they were just hallucinations or fleeting ideas. But they persisted, growing in frequency and intensity. An unshakable unease settled within him as the whispers repeated and multiplied. The more he tried to ignore them, the more they burrowed into his mind.
Fifth Month
The whispers gradually transformed into inexplicable illusions. Distorted memories surfaced—faces he recognized but could not fully recall. His memories became unclear, as if they had been altered or corrupted. At times, he saw people whose identities escaped him. The details were vague, then, paradoxically, the opposite would happen—things he thought he had long forgotten resurfaced as relentless nightmares.
Sometimes, the faces morphed into shadowy entities watching him from afar. The whispers intertwined with these entities, speaking in a way that stirred fear deep within him. With these warped memories, Sam began to feel as if the illusions were creeping into his very being, infiltrating his mind little by little.
Seventh Month
As the months passed, the voices intensified. At first, he had only sensed madness creeping into his mind, but now, the madness itself was visibly approaching him. The illusions became clearer. Strange figures roamed around him, as if they existed within the White Space. He felt them surrounding him from all sides, even when he sat in a meditative position with his eyes closed. These entities appeared and disappeared, but for every one that vanished, another took its place.
He no longer knew if these beings were real or just manifestations of his unraveling sanity.
During this time, for the first time, Sam felt himself beginning to fall. He could no longer distinguish between what was real and what was an illusion. Sometimes, he thought he heard a person speaking to him, but when he opened his eyes, there was no one there. These moments were the most difficult—the internal battle between his will to persist and the voice inside him urging him to surrender grew fiercer.
First Year
A full year had passed in the White Space, and with it, madness grew stronger. The solitude became more unbearable. Sam felt as though the vast emptiness was consuming his mind, making him a part of it. Days blurred into one another. The illusions seeped into his consciousness more frequently, entwining themselves around him.
In many moments, he felt that insanity had become a part of his very being. The shadowy entities loomed closer, creeping into him. The whispers grew clearer.
At times, he even considered giving in—allowing himself to be swallowed by madness.
Third Year: The Deep Fall
With the passing years, the whispers intertwined even more deeply with his existence. The voices grew louder inside his head, forming vast entities—shifting from human voices to something else, something greater. A powerful feeling overcame him—the sensation that madness was standing right behind him, waiting.
Sam began to feel that everything around him had become a part of him. The illusions, the memories, the whispers—they had all merged into his very being. This period was the hardest yet. Each day felt like an endless battle against himself.
Fifth Year
As the years went by, Sam felt himself drawing closer to the edge of complete collapse. The illusions grew stronger, the whispers clearer. The madness felt closer than ever.
At times, he truly considered surrendering, feeling as though he had lost everything.
But in the moments when he neared complete downfall, a spark of awareness would resurface, reminding him—of his goal, of immortality.
This fleeting moment of clarity was the only thing keeping him from spiraling entirely.
Tenth Year
After ten years of isolation and madness, Sam felt as though he had lost something fundamental. He was no longer the same as when he first entered the White Space.
All that remained were distorted memories, the ever-present whispers of madness merging with him.
He had come closer than ever to complete and utter collapse.