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My surroundings are shrouded in darkness. No light.
I find myself floating in a vast, endless void. The night consumes my everything, and I feel weightless, as though I'm drifting through an infinite space.
The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the sound of my laboured breathing.
I'm underwater, yet I'm somehow able to inhale and exhale.
What's happening, I wonder to myself and look around, like I would be able to see anything in this weird place.
Unbeknownst to me, the fever had taken a worse hold, casting me into a tumultuous imaginary world.
At this point, I can't make out what's real and what isn't. It feels like I'm in an invisible maze I have to find the exit of in order to find out what really is going on.
I continue slowly falling, and falling, and falling, and falling. It never ends— I'm sinking into a vacuum without a bottom, without a written end.
Out of nowhere, a familiar voice cuts through the dusk, reaching my ears. I can't really make out any words though since it's barely audible amidst the emptiness.
But I'm aware that I know it.
My confused mind latches onto the voice, connecting it to someone I care deeply about. It envisions a slender figure standing before me, a beacon of familiarity in the abyss.
As I keep trying to dive deeper into the dream, everything starts to shift and morph. The hole transforms into a surreal landscape of swirling colours and abstract shapes that are blinding me, pulling me in to them.
They want me. They want me for something and I don't know for what.
It disappears just as quickly.
The dream continues to twist and warp around me, dragging me further into its grasp.
But then— the same entity's words echo through the nothingness I find myself in, carrying a sense of urgency. And hope, maybe.
Is it hope? Or is it me hoping?
In the depths of this feverish dream, I cling to the honey-like voice, using it as an anchor to guide myself back to consciousness.
Slowly but surely, the void begins to fade, replaced by a dangerously blurry vacant room. I stop falling and the water evaporates into thin air.
Confusion, and a little bit of fear, erupt through my dying body like a raging volcano.
It hurts to breathe, my healthy lungs refusing to cooperate.
Blinking multiple times, I try to find a way out, but there's none. There's just.. nothing anymore.
It's empty now.
Am I inside my heart?
When I hear a wail I open my eyes. Still, not a single thing shows up. I'm not even sure what I should be expecting.
