Darkness presses against your eyelids. Open or closed, it makes no difference - the void remains absolute. Your hands reach out, grasping nothing. Up becomes down becomes sideways becomes nowhere.

Your breath catches. Lungs burn. Panic rises like bile in your throat. Fight. Move. Run. But where? Your feet stumble over themselves as reality blurs. The darkness wraps around your ankles, thick as tar, patient as stone.

Then... silence.

The frantic drumbeat of your heart slows. The void no longer suffocates - it cradles. Like sinking into warm water, the darkness seeps into your bones. No more running. No more fear. This is what you were fighting?

Here, in the ancient dark, truth whispers. It has waited eons for you, watched civilizations rise and fall, held secrets older than time. You understand now - the darkness isn't empty. It's everything. It's you.

Let go. Become whole.