Darkness enveloped Noen, intending to let him die in this darkness.
Noen, in this vast darkness, couldn't see even a glint of light.
He walked, trying to find a way out.
But no matter how far he went, how long he walked,
Noen saw no light, no light reached this darkness.
He clenched his fists, trying not to panic, believing that God's light would eventually come,
There would come a moment…
That thought fell into this lonely darkness.
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding darkness swirled as if mocking him.
Noen ignored the swirling darkness, knelt down, and put his hands together.
The Prophet wholeheartedly recited prayers, praying for the arrival of the light.
For a long, long time.
Even Noen didn't know how much time had passed.
Light…
Never came.
Now, a trace of panic flashed across Noen.
In the boundless darkness, he continuously prayed for light but never received it.
Slowly, a figure emerged from the swirling darkness.
