Drowning.
Drowning.
Drowning.
How many times had he drowned?
How many times had he returned to this place—this all-too-familiar abyss?
It was a void of absolute darkness. No light, no reflection—only the all-encompassing dark. A vast, hollow emptiness that stretched on without end.
Here, there was no sound, no taste, no scent. No warmth, no touch, no breath. Only the endless sensation of sinking deeper and deeper into nothingness.
And yet—
It was peaceful.
In this abyss, he became nothing. A tiny speck suspended within an infinite universe that contained only him—alone, isolated, free of meaning or identity.
It wasn't the first time he'd been here.
Every time consciousness slipped away, every time his eyes surrendered to exhaustion, this was where he found himself. A sanctuary, perhaps—a place untouched by nightmares. A silent refuge from all he'd endured.
But what was this place, truly?
