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They matched the size of the unknown. Godric held his chest. He had the feeling that the darkness would overwhelm him. He couldn't explain how this darkness could be so powerful that it touched even a ghost. The aura of the unknown was so powerful and haunting that Godric took a step back and dropped to his knees. The darkness seemed to weigh on his shoulders, trying to crush him. It wasn't just the young priest who felt like this, the other monks also seemed to have succumbed to this powerful aura. Amon held onto his staff and tried to defy the force, even if it was almost hopeless. "Don't let up!" He kept shouting encouragingly.

Instead, I let the darkness eat me up. ~*~ I was aware again—of the darkness. Although the rest of my senses seemed to betray me, my hearing didn't. "Come back to me," the same, hoarse voice demanded. My brain tried to remember who owns the voice but it was pointless. I was too tired to think or to fight the darkness. So I let it consume me once more. ~*~

Darkness didn't fall gradually or fade with warning. It took the room violent, complete seizure of every photon. Not a gentle fade into dimness. Not a flicker of dying emergency systems. A complete, suffocating absence like the facility itself had closed its eyes and stopped caring whether we could see. For half a second maybe less, time becoming difficult to measure, No one moved. Because this kind of dark wasn't normal power failure or standard blackout. It wasn't just lack of light that eyes could eventually adjust to.

I couldn't do anything else but be blown away by the darkness that enveloped me. There was nothing else I could do but remain in tears as I desperately searched for peace. I can find no light in the darkness that surrounds me. Not even a meager torch could tell that I would be able to get out of my rut.

As I stood there with the ashes in my hand, I repeated the words that the old man had spoken to me. "You will find the truth hidden behind your darkness." The words echoed in my mind as I tried to comprehend their meaning. What darkness was he referring to? Was it the darkness within me, or was it something else entirely?

Hoping words could accomplish what power never could. “I do not understand,” the First Dark finally said. Quieter now. Almost vulnerable. “I have existed since before time. Before thought. Before love. I only know silence. Know peace. Know the perfection of nothing. I cannot comprehend why noise is better. Why is chaos preferable? Why suffering is chosen over my mercy.” And I realised something. The First Dark was not evil. Was not cruel. It was lonely. It was the last piece of the original nothing, watching as everything it knew disappeared into existence. Into noise and light and painful consciousness.

Much worse. He hadn’t saved them. He had imprisoned them inside himself. And there was no key. Above him, the sky darkened. Clouds gathering unnaturally fast. The wind rising. The world reacting. Sensing something wrong. Something growing. Something unstable. Something that shouldn’t exist. Far away— Lightning flickered. Black. Not white. Like cracks tearing across the sky. And deep within his chest— The Darkness stirred again. Hungry. Restless. Not finished. Not even close.

But as I reached out to grasp it, everything faded to black. "No!" I cried out, my heart pounding in my chest. But it was too late. The darkness had consumed my vision, the echoes of my past fading away. I was left in silence, the taste of the imminent revelation still lingering on my tongue. As the silence stretched, the air suddenly grew cold, a sense of foreboding enveloping me. The darkness wasn't just the absence of my past. It was something else, something far more sinister.

The world around him spun dizzily, the darkness closing in as his body trembled uncontrollably. He succumbed to the overwhelming darkness, the harsh reality of the situation fading into oblivion. *I apologize for updating this late.

It is so black that my brain cannot comprehend what it is looking at. I think about my family and what they're doing. I wonder if they're panicking over my disappearance or if they even know that I'm gone at all. This place defies all logic, and when considering time, I've concluded that it doesn't exist here. Nothing really exists here. This place—this darkness is nothing. It reminds me of the blankness of my coma. The only thing that would reflect progression is the size of my belly, but it doesn't grow. Yet, I still feel life inside, and that keeps me going.