Consciousness is torn apart.
Cold pain is the only reality.
Twisted, crazy whispers penetrated into the brain, pervasively.
He tried to open his eyes, but only caught the endless darkness.
The strong smell of decay invaded the sense of smell, mixed with rust and a deeper, indescribable corruption.
The air seemed to freeze, pressing heavily on the chest, making every breath extremely difficult.
Where is this.
A thought emerged, and was immediately submerged by a deeper confusion.
There is no answer.
My mind went blank, with no clue as to who I was or where I came from.
There is only one emotion that is exceptionally clear and deep to the bone.
That's sad.
A kind of sadness that has the same origin as this darkness, this decay, this depression.
It was as if he was born to belong here and be part of this despair.
The feeling of despair is rising like a tide and is about to reach its peak.
Just when his consciousness was about to be completely swallowed up, a sudden burst of power was injected into him.
Ice cold.
Majesty.
It ran rampant, penetrating every corner of consciousness in an instant, but it did not bring destruction, but instead forcibly opened some kind of barrier.
