Do you presume to grasp the essence of darkness? Do you believe you comprehend the sensation of being utterly engulfed by it? To sense it slithering beneath your skin, permeating your thoughts until the boundary between nightmare and reality blurs into oblivion? All speak of light, of hope, yet they remain blind to the stark reality—hope is but a beguiling falsehood, a mere tether that binds you. Do you fancy yourself liberated? Do you envision yourself secure? There exists no true escape. The shadows—they become intimate with your essence. They lie in wait for your misstep, your hesitation, your descent. And when that moment arrives, when you stand at your most vulnerable, they shall ensnare you, and in that chilling instant, you shall perceive the unforgiving nature of the abyss.
