The darkness remained unchanged.
Even after the last message, even after the system's cold, almost mechanical response, the environment remained exactly the same—absolute, formless, directionless, without any reference point that could anchor Damon's perception to anything concrete. There was no horizon, no depth, not even the sensation of floating. It was worse than that. It was like existing in a place where the concept of "place" simply didn't apply.
Damon stood still for a few moments, his eyes scanning the nothingness as if, at some point, he expected to find a flaw—a crack, a distortion, anything that would reveal an exit.
Nothing came.
