Beware the darkness

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Steve was rushing from wall to wall. In the beginning, he tried to open or break down the door. It didn't work out. Then I switched to windows. However, Herobrin said that he would not be able to break any block in this house. And so it turned out. Steve just pounded on the glass with his fists to no avail. His heart was racing and his mind was clouded. He didn't understand what he was doing or why. And why would he understand that? After all, there is something that is much smarter and more thoughtful than him. So wouldn't it be better to obey this? The only thing Steve wanted right now was to break free. To breathe in the cold air, to feel the coolness on my face, and not this annoying warmth around, I wanted to hide in the dark, and not be in the eye-cutting light. Somehow, Herobrine made it so that Steve couldn't put out the torch. He couldn't even move them to put them out. It seemed to him that the closer his hand was to a torch or lantern, the hotter the air around him became. And when he touched them, it burned him completely. Steve wanted to damage at least one block with an axe, but he couldn't even open the inventory. His pulse was racing with each new attempt to get out. Panic and fear were reflected in his eyes. And the mind seemed to go crazy. Steve was rushing around the room trying to find at least some way to get out, and Herobrin just sat and calmly watched, crossing his legs, leaning on them with his elbows. Realizing that there was no way to get out, and he was trapped, Steve eventually stopped rushing, huddled in the farthest and most replaced corner, from his point of view, and stayed there until dawn, with his head on his knees. When the darkness of the night receded, and the sky finally began to take on brighter colors, Herobrin realized that Steve felt better, and he regained consciousness. And that means it's time to talk. Meanwhile, the guy was breathing more calmly, but words and thoughts that he did not understand were still sounding in his head. He knew for sure that he wanted something, but he couldn't figure out exactly what it was. Herobrin approached Steve, looking at him with a calm, even slightly indifferent gaze.

— Are you feeling better?

The guy didn't answer right away. For several seconds he did not react in any way, and then reluctantly raised his head, not looking at Herobrin.

—What... was... that?

— You were sick. You wanted to go into the darkness, but you couldn't. Here is the result. Now you know what will happen to you if you let the darkness get too deep,—Steve looked at Herobrin uncomprehendingly,— Why do you think you suddenly started behaving like this? Everything was fine almost two weeks ago. And now you're rushing headlong from side to side, wanting to escape into the darkness, — he sat down, staring intently at Steve, — It was an interesting experiment that showed what would happen to a person if he was only in semi—darkness every day for almost two weeks.

— An experiment? What are you talking about?  Steve was already looking at Herobrin in surprise.

— Did you really think that everything that was happening was your fault? Extinguished lanterns and torches at home, the inability to open inventory, strong gusts of wind in caves, breaking tools.

— It was you.

— Yes, I am. But, to be fair, I did it not for fun, but to study the effects of darkness on living organisms. I have to know what happened to all the creatures that night.

Steve couldn't believe what he was hearing. In fact, Herobrin simply took advantage of his helplessness, making him a test rat. Really… Is that what friends do?

— Come on, — the white—eyed man stood up, - now you can go outside.

Outside, Steve felt a little relieved. He involuntarily recalled what had happened during the night and felt somehow ashamed: "I wïsh I h@dn't d0n€ [hi$… It'$ a g00d &hing I di£n't hūґt hi€."