Lyrium drifted through the void, an abyss that stretched endlessly in all directions, vast and immeasurable.
He felt weightless, as if adrift in the depths of an ocean without a surface to rise toward or a seabed to anchor him.
Yet, there was no water—only a suffocating darkness, dense and all-encompassing, pressing against him like an unseen force.
The silence was absolute, so profound that even his own thoughts seemed to dissolve into the void, leaving him with an unsettling sense of isolation.
Surrounding him were countless colossal eyes, their luminous purple irises fixed upon him with an eerie, unblinking intensity.
Some were so vast they could eclipse entire mountain ranges, their sclera webbed with delicate veins of abyssal black, pulsating with an otherworldly energy.
Others were smaller, drifting closer, their piercing gazes like invisible needles threading through the very fabric of his soul.
