"I'm right here."
Nesanel spoke, his words dissolving into the lifeless dark. He wasn't sure whether the other side had heard them.
"What a disgusting darkness."
Nesanel muttered to himself. Back in the Ethereal Realm, he had already witnessed how terrifying this pitch black truly was.
Darkness was like a door, a door leading to a world of frenzied chaos.
Beyond the door, countless unknown forces and dimensions intertwined, an endless tide of phenomena that defied human understanding. Time and space were in shambles here; reality and dream had no boundary.
Anyone who stepped into this blackness would feel their very existence challenged, even begin to doubt the authenticity of their own consciousness. In absolute, lightless deathly silence, all living things would feel fear and despair.
Even Nesanel, in confronting it, had felt a moment's wavering, a crushing loneliness and helplessness before this boundless night.
He endured.
