I Turned Around and There Was a Skull

The moment his consciousness returned, Lingkong thought he was blind. There is no light, no sound, no touch, not even the concept of up, down, left, and right. He was like a speck of dust suspended in the endless void, unable to even feel it with his own body. Dead? As soon as this idea came up, I was gripped by a deeper fear. Death shouldn't be like this. It's more like... Being locked into an absolutely closed box. He tried to shout, but no sound came out. He tried to struggle, but his limbs seemed like they didn't exist. Time has lost its meaning, maybe a second has passed, maybe ten thousand years have passed. Loneliness and nothingness were like concentrated sulfuric acid, slowly but surely corroding his sanity. Just when he was about to collapse, a voice sounded out of thin air. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.