Minho's world faded to black, he was left alone with nothing but the echo of his own despair ringing in his ears. The suffocating silence pressed in on him from all sides, a heavy weight that threatened to crush him beneath its relentless weight. Hours passed, each one stretching into eternity as Minho lay lost in the void of his own mind. Dreams, twisted and distorted by his deepest fears, danced at the edges of his consciousness, taunting him with visions of loneliness and abandonment.