The Soul's Dark Realm

It was a long, cloying nightmare. There was no daylight in the dream, only endless black-and-white waters surging over the desolate ruins of an ancient era. Countless drowned shadows prowled beneath the surface, baring their claws like blind fish that had gone hungry for eight hundred years. He was running for his life, icy water dragging hard at his ankles. And at the far end of that black-and-white world loomed an indescribably colossal shadow