In the blink of an eye, everything around me became dark, I was numbed to the point, and didn’t notice Death was taking me far away.

I can see it, my fragile soul being pulled by something. 

Its sickly-looking arms reached down for my soul, down in the abyssal-like place, bubbles erupted when its elongated sharp fingers touched the only light in this suffocating water, my white glowing soul.

I wondered, wondered, wondered, what is it trying to do? Why is it so desperate to get me, trying everything in its strength to grab my mortal soul, and what does it want from me? The water scorched the entity’s mountain-size eerie arms, skinning it, bursting it, blood swirled with the water, and flesh got burned, bones become brittle, and yet, despite the pain, the entity didn’t stop. It wants me, unknown reasons, but I feel agitated, scared, and so, I ran, scurried away, descending myself to the deepest part of the abyss.

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Slipping away from the entity’s hands, I heard a guttural voice from the above, monstrous-like voice, filled with anger, and it filled me with dread, as I looked up with whatever incorporeal eyes I had, there I saw something dark, pushing down the water like a giant hammer, waves of water swept to the side, as it entered the scene, an eldritch-like monster, its giant face full of dreadful things, humanoid but something isn’t right, eyes blindfolded, crooked large nose, elongated head, skinned head all the way to the forehead, exposing its brain, it was gorey, and I stopped in my tracks.

“YOU. SHALL. BECOME. MY…” Before I fully heard what it said, the entity grabbed me, pulled me up, and I lost consciousness from the surge of fear I got from the monster.

The next thing I know, I have become a Living Pond.