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And soon my whole world goes black. And I fall. ———— I can hear people speaking. They're worried about me. They wonder when I'll wake up. I can't answer them. And even if I could I'm not sure I want to. Dena is gone. Torn apart in front of me. And I was happy. But now I'm falling slowly into the abyss and I wonder; What does that mean for me? To take sure pleasure in the demise of another. Like him. “Like me” the Hollow man says.

Echoes of the Hollow The morning light seeped weakly through the shattered windows of the old chapel, casting long shadows across the cracked stone floor. Sarah sat against the cold wall, the bloodstone nestled in her palm, its faint pulse syncing with the rhythm of her racing heart. The air was thick with silence, but beneath it, she could feel the echo of the Hollow’s power distant, but persistent. John knelt beside her, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. His eyes were dark with worry, but beneath the fear lay a burning determination. “We made it through last night, the first one is gone... for now.”

“It’s singing.” “No,” Serena whispered, voice thick. “They are.” Elias stepped beside her, face tilted to the sky. “The ashes?” Serena nodded, watching the embers drifting on the breeze like petals. “They remember us. And now they’re answering.” The Hollow Transforms Where once the Hollow had been a dead wound in the world—quiet, forgotten, scorched—it now pulsed with life. Vines curled across stone, shimmering like veins of gold. Petals unfurled from branches thought long dead. The blackened earth healed beneath their feet, glowing faintly like an ember-stained tapestry.

Cass waited until the deadbolt clicked behind her before she set the envelope on her coffee table. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Even the city’s usual hum seemed muffled through the rain streaking her windows. She sat, letting her fingers hover over the silver-inked initials. Whoever had sent this hadn’t just known her name—they’d known her real one. Not the polished, harmless Cass Blake everyone met in daylight. The flap opened without resistance. Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink:

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

It was like a poker game. Once I took the seat, dad broke the silence, "speak up, young man. What brings you to our home, and.." Before dad finished speaking, mom rubbed dad's arm that he'd laid on her shoulder. That way, dad posed, and mom nodded to Anthony. As soon as words left Anthony's lips, my heart skipped a beat, not once but nearly thrice. I could no longer feel my heartbeat. I became emotionless and motionless like a statue. Darkness grew in the room. My body became colder and colder. I could see Anthony's lips moving but couldn't get his words. Suddenly, darkness engulfed my eyes and world.

“Like they’re mourning. There’s something buried here, something the Hollow’s hiding.” I nod, my lunar sight sharpening, the shadow-thread pulsing stronger, leading to a clearing where the trees part like sentinels. At its center stands a slab of black stone—an altar, its surface carved with runes that pulse with Veil-energy, a heartbeat of cosmic and shadow-realm power. The air grows heavy, ozone and decay choking my lungs, the grove’s hum rising to a blade against my mind. My crescent mark flares, syncing with the altar’s rhythm, and I feel it: the Hollow’s heart, bound to this stone, a secret woven into its roots. Cassia’s flames flare, singeing the moss. “What the hell is that? Looks lik

They didn’t just go down. They crossed. --- The Hollow Heart was not a place—it was a wound in time. A corridor of memory and unformed creation. The walls were shaped from emotion: grief, longing, pride, regret. They pulsed as Elira and Theron walked side by side, hands linked, shadows rising and falling with their steps. Voices echoed around them. > “Elira… Elira… you know me.” > “He cannot understand. Not like I do.” > “You are not his shadow. You are my flame.”

" Behind us, Jody's heart-wrenching sobs filled the air. I pushed down the last bit of pain in my chest and walked into the sunset. Chloe, from now on... Daddy is going to live a good life for you in this world. The End

of the First Void: had burrowed into her skin: draining the violet light and replacing it with a grey: lightless decay. "She’s being hollowed out from the inside," I whispered: my voice a vibrant melody that felt small in the vastness of the womb. My Tempered Heart drummed a steady sixty beat rhythm: the solar enzyme in my blood flaring with a protective heat as it sensed the presence of its ancient enemy.