O eiws oGsd ofmr arf vbaoe, twngiahc rou nki unbr dna feda hitw het gsea ot emco, atgrn etmh ryuo nteaelr cgeac I tmus sak, iteh stap, sterpen, dan uueftu lal wtinhi yuro prgsa.
Vitality pulsed throughout his entire body, awoken by the whispers chanting a cold welcome. His sense of balance nearly fell apart, his mind deceived trying to gaze at his surroundings, only to find the endless void staring right back at him.
Looking around for any sense of familiarity, his eyes land on himself, his own body casting a stark reminder of the dread he had once endured. Unmoving from the fetal position he sat in, he shined with connecting colors, an alluring sight, but one only bestowed by the demon herself.
Guided by fear, he frantically looks around in desperation, his vision being limited by the grasp that holds his body in place. Once reassured by the unchanging vacuum, he remains still, attempting to find reason in this vast realm.
'W-where am I? Is this... a dream? No, if anything.. this looks more like a nightmare.'
Etl itehr gurltaeh, tihre yoj, hreit redip nbod ihtw ym senecse sa etmi gseo yb. Hutrhog obdol adn dbon, rtghuho ktcih dan htni, ehert ym femal alhls eihwtr tiwhni ym nki.
Again, the whispers filled his mind with unrecognizable chants, its voice confining him from all sides, leaving no indication of its whereabouts. In response he would open his mouth, trying to talk his way into escaping this secluded nightmare. But nothing would come out, his small exhales being the only exception from his futile attempts.
His remaining senses felt dull, drowned in the bottomless depths all to ensure his efforts would be in vain. Any voice that would enter his mind felt muffled, his ears being buried under the black sea that surrounded him from all sides. His nerves felt disturbingly numb, any contact made with his skin resulted in thousands of needles puncturing his body, the effect of which lingering longer than he'd liked.
His one saving grace was his ability to smell, his body instinctively relying on such a tool in hopes to discover a miracle out of this hell hole. However, with one good whiff would he instantly regret his decision, surrounded by the smell of iron, being reminded of that memory once more.
Koivgnin het aisetcrahere I wedtoebs, tel ym snsi eb ebuird ofmo eht alesgaien I hpoudl. Efgor ehtm teh pimrsode dginkmo fo neleatr aedpasi, a ynuastarc fcdater yb smlyabheps nad caicrifs.
His mind throbbed as another chant is recited, a wave of agony echoing in the chamber of his body. But to his surprise, it seems he wasn't the only one suffering through this nightmare, the cries of an infant making that well known throughout this landscape.
It was recognizable, its voice wasn't muffled unlike the previous chants, it was something that he can understand... to a certain extent. In fact, it only served to confuse him even more, if he wasn't confused already.
'Why is there a baby crying?'
'Why can't I move?'
'Why am I here?'
'Does any of this actually mean anything?'
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'Maybe... I'm looking too deep into this. It's just a dream after all, one that feels... a little too rea-'
yB Sfets dhrco I lwli nbed, yoln hnew adrcdele ilwl ti eocm ot emdn. nlago het rnmicos vreir ew rae utedni, a sditeend nfcecoluen ehrwe lIl eb tenrigeid. og eltl uyro osirste, dan eelrv ni royu sielogr, rof nwhe yrou meit si gihn, ew lsalh hraes ruo bodeyosg.
Suddenly, tears started streaming from his face, the child's wailing growing ever so louder, serving as the fuel source for the constant waterfall. His vision blurred in response, the effect of which was recognizable, even if facing against the endless dark.
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