Darkness Comprehended It Not Novels & Stories

It leaves me unable to comprehend the reality of what is happening. He’s killing me. Before everything could sink into darkness, only one thought echoed thoroughly through my mind. Why?

It's the darkness that engulfed everything before me. .. .. .. 'What now?'

Whole. Ready. And for the first time— The darkness had something new to fear.

These beings who had witnessed the birth and death of countless galaxies, who had remained impassive through cosmic catastrophes that defied imagination, were visibly shaken. "This entity predates every dichotomy," it communicated through harmonics that bypassed language entirely. "It existed before the concepts of light and dark, creation and destruction, self and other. It simply is, in the way that nothingness is. To face it, you must anchor yourself in what it fundamentally cannot understand or replicate."

Even at that time, when later on realizing that it was going to seem unintelligible, like, after metempsychosis, the ideas of a previous existence; the subject of the Kindle was disconnected from me, I was free to adapt or not to it. In which he soon regained his peripheral vision, in the midst of his singular darkness, and I was quite surprised to find myself surrounded by an obscurity, soft and restful for the eyes, but even more perhaps for the spirit, to which it appeared as something without cause, incomprehensible, as something truly obscure.

Nyra Darkness did not ask permission when it forced its way into my life. It didn’t knock, didn’t beg for entry. It needed no words, no promises. It simply pressed down on me — like the damp, cold mist that seeps through cracks in the stone. Like the bitterness that gathers over the years, silently suffocating every dream I ever dared to hold.

No… No… The darkness swallowed me whole.

Besides the thin cushion I was laying down on, there was nothing else I could see or feel around me. Fuck, this was so much harder than I expected. How the hell am I supposed to know what to do and where to go when I don’t even know where to move?! Being in pitch black darkness is awful. It’s even more terrifying thinking that I’m supposed to be able to see at least something because of my wolf eyes, but Goddess knows what kind of darkness I am in that even my eyes are unable to gauge anything around me. This was maddening. Shit, what was that?!

Darkness swallowed Lena whole. It was not the absence of light nor a void of colour—it was something deeper. A darkness that pulsed, that breathed. It wrapped around her like unseen tendrils, curling into her thoughts, whispering in a language she almost understood. She didn’t know if she was standing, falling, or floating. She only knew one thing. She was not alone. A presence lingered in the abyss with her. It was vast, endless—a force that stretched beyond the confines of reality.