Nyx
Darkness clung to me like a heavy, sodden shroud soaked in ice water, pressing down on every inch of my body with relentless, suffocating weight. It was more than mere absence of light, it was a living thing, thick and viscous, wrapping around my limbs and seeping into my bones.
Heavy.
Cold.
Endless.
For what felt like an eternity suspended between worlds, I couldn't discern whether I was asleep, dead, or trapped in that treacherous liminal haze where consciousness frayed at the edges. My body felt strangely severed from my mind, numb and distant in some regions, while others throbbed with deep, phantom aches that radiated outward like echoes of remembered violence. Breathing itself was a laborious chore, each inhale slow, shallow, and unnervingly foreign, as though my lungs were borrowed from a stranger who had long since abandoned them.
