(Opening Scene: Kurozane floats in the silent void, facing the swirling darkness where a distinct object has coalesced: a large egg made of solidified shadow.)
A profound sense of awe and terror washed over Kurozane. The void was unlike anything he could have imagined – an endless expanse of swirling darkness and silent energy. And before him floated a large egg of solidified shadow, its surface rippling with faint, internal darkness. It pulsed with a subtle, almost imperceptible energy, and a faint chill emanated from it.
The silence was absolute, amplifying the frantic beating of Kurozane's heart. He felt utterly insignificant in the presence of this strange, silent object. He drifted slowly in the void, the lack of gravity disorienting.
He stared at the egg, its shadowy form captivating and unsettling. He felt an inexplicable pull towards it, a sense that it was important, somehow connected to the darkness that had awakened within him and the void he had stumbled into.
Lost in his contemplation of the strange object, Kurozane's foot, still clad in his worn shoes, shifted awkwardly in the nothingness. The unexpected lack of friction caused him to drift slightly off balance. In a moment of disorientation, his outstretched hand, reaching out almost unconsciously towards the pulsing shadow-egg, made contact.
His fingers brushed against the cool, rippling surface of the egg.
The moment he touched it, a jolt of pure, cold energy surged through his body. It wasn't painful, but it was intense, like being plunged into icy water. The faint internal pulsing of the egg intensified, and the swirling darkness around them seemed to coalesce and then briefly flare with a deeper, more vibrant shade of black.
Kurozane gasped, pulling his hand back as if burned, though there was no physical mark. The feeling of connection to the egg intensified tenfold, as if a silent chord had been struck between them. He stared at the egg, now radiating a slightly stronger aura of cold, ancient energy.
The void remained silent, but in the space between Kurozane and the egg, there was a palpable sense of… something. A silent communication, a potential waiting to be unleashed. Kurozane had made contact, and the void seemed to hold its breath, anticipating the consequences of that touch.