Prisoner of the Land of Azif

On a dark and quiet night, Mohamed Magid, known as "Sonic," walked around his small apartment, his face a blend of confidence and solitude. He had grown accustomed to spending the late hours singing, especially in the bathroom, where he found his voice to be clear and resonant in the stillness. He always sang in the late hours, when the streets were calm, and everyone else was asleep, leaving only the echo of his voice to fill the walls.

That night, Mohamed had no idea that there were eyes watching him from a realm far beyond his own, eyes belonging to a dark entity not of this world. As he sang, that passionate spirit, named Aron, the daughter of the King of the Jinn, Sehsoni, ruler of the Land of Azif in the Red Fire Kingdom, felt the vibrations of his voice reach her world.

As the clock struck nearly three in the morning, Mohamed continued to sing deeply, charged with an energy he couldn't understand, as if he was singing to himself and to something invisible. Suddenly, he felt an unfamiliar sensation. Strange whispers began echoing in his ears. Muffled laughter and words in an incomprehensible language scattered through the air, as if coming from deep within the walls of the bathroom. At first, he tried to ignore it, but something inside him urged him to keep singing—perhaps out of challenge or unanticipated curiosity.

Amid this hidden fear, the room's temperature dropped suddenly, as though the air in the bathroom had thickened. Without warning, the mirrors began to crack in strange patterns, small shards of glass falling. Mohamed found himself staring at his fractured, distorted reflection. He was gripped by an intense terror he had never known before. Before he could make sense of what was happening, the electricity in his apartment went out completely, plunging him into total darkness.

At that moment, the mirrors were no longer just distorting his reflection—they were opening a gateway to another world. He felt, suddenly, as if the bathroom was swallowing his feet, as though the floor had turned into quicksand, pulling his body toward it without mercy. He tried to hold on to something, but there was nothing to grasp. Finally, he was entirely sucked into a new realm.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a land unlike any he had ever seen before. The sky was strange, dominated by a deep crimson hue, as if it were a canvas of destruction. The ground was cracked, and flames lazily rose from the earth, creating an eerie atmosphere that filled him with dread. He raised his head to look around and saw the ruins of castles and forts scattered across the horizon, with strange creatures moving in the distance.

Before him appeared Aron, a jinn with enchanting yet terrifying features. Her gleaming eyes narrowed in a look that mixed longing and malice. In her hand, she held a staff glowing with faint fire. She looked at him and said in a mysterious voice, "Welcome, Mohamed. You are now in the Land of Azif, my realm, and you are my guest… or perhaps my prisoner."

Mohamed felt a deep, suffocating fear creep into his soul, but he tried to maintain his composure, asking with a hesitant voice, "What is this place? How did I get here?"

Aron smiled, a grin that intensified the terror of the moment, and replied, "You have been calling me for some time, and now I have finally answered your call. You have always sung for me in your bathroom, awakening me with your melodies in the depths of the night. I wanted you, so I brought you to my world. Here, you will have no escape."

Mohamed started to step back slowly, looking for an exit in the midst of this terrifying red darkness, but soon he felt a strong grip on his shoulder from behind. He turned to find Sehsoni, the King of the Jinn himself, standing before him. His features were grotesque, his body enormous and pallid, with red glowing eyes that exuded power and fury.

Sehsoni's voice rumbled like thunder as he spoke, "Mohamed... You made a grave mistake thinking your songs could be yours alone. You have summoned our spirits, and now you will never escape. You are now a prisoner of this land."

Mohamed felt a crushing weight on his chest. Every time he tried to think about returning to the human world, it felt as if a shadow was choking him. In a moment of desperation, he tried to run toward the ruins of an abandoned building, but the closer he got, the more the place seemed to twist and reshape itself, bringing him back to where he started. It was as if the Land of Azif was not just a place but a maze from which there was no escape.

As he searched for a way out, Aron slowly approached again and said, "I won’t allow you to escape, my dear. You are mine now, in every alley and every shadow, you will be by my side."

In that instant, Mohamed realized that he was trapped in this terrifying world. He tried to scream, but his voice didn’t reach his own ears, as if his cries were trapped within his heart. He felt his breath grow heavy, as a terror unlike any other swept over him. Aron and Sehsoni disappeared into the darkness, leaving him alone in a land full of strange creatures, their whispers echoing around him with every passing moment.

Then, unexpectedly, a carved inscription appeared on the ground before him. The symbols were ancient and indecipherable to him, but he sensed a clear warning: "Those who enter the Land of Azif shall never return."

Darkness enveloped him, leaving him... trapped forever.

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This extended version adds depth and excitement to the atmosphere, drawing readers into the chilling and surreal world of the Land of Azif.