Nyx
The voices refused to stop swirling around me, a relentless storm trapped within the confines of a suffocatingly dark room. At first they were muffled and distant, like echoes bouncing through thick, impenetrable fog. But the longer I remained suspended in this cursed, liminal state, the sharper and more painfully clear they became, each word slicing through the haze like shards of broken glass.
It felt eerily identical to sleep paralysis... trapped in a living nightmare where awareness burned bright but control remained agonizingly out of reach. I could hear everything. Feel everything. Think with perfect, crystalline clarity. Yet my body rebelled against every silent command my mind issued, refusing to cooperate in even the smallest way.
Heavy, oppressive darkness pinned me down beneath invisible iron chains, while distant, throbbing aches pulsed through my limbs in slow, rhythmic waves that echoed the brutal punishment from the day before.
