As Athir advanced through this dark world, the voices around him began to rise, intertwining into incomprehensible cries, as if arguing with each other. It felt as though they were emerging from the depths of the walls, creeping into his mind. "Am I truly alone here?" he wondered, trying to ignore the growing anxiety within him.

With each step, the lights started to fade, and the shapes blurred. He thought he saw things moving in the shadows, but when he moved toward them, they vanished, as if they had never existed. "Am I losing my mind?" he whispered to himself, as if trying to convince his mind that this madness couldn't be real. But the voices grew louder, as if they were feeding off his doubts.

Suddenly, he stopped, sensing something dark watching him. His eyes widened in true terror as he felt something invading his mind, like an invisible force trying to unsettle his thoughts. The thoughts flowed in, conflicting, speaking to him in a low voice: "Do you think you can escape? Do you think you are strong enough?"

He continued walking, but the darkness grew thicker. He could no longer see his own feet. It was as if he were trapped in an endless nightmare. Everything around him seemed to dissolve, everything he once knew. "I don't want this anymore," he shouted, but his voice wasn't heard. His words vanished into the depths of the void, just as his thoughts disappeared into the abyss of time.

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He felt suffocated, as if the world was closing in on him. "Where am I? What's happening?" he asked himself, as the threads of his mind unraveled, lost between memories and illusions. He began to imagine his family and friends, but they turned into wandering ghosts, drifting away from him, casting pitying glances his way.

Amidst this chaos, he felt something strange deep within his heart, an inherent feeling of weakness and fear. "Am I the one who escaped from the gate of death?" echoed in his mind. He was facing a dark part of himself, as if battling the realization that he might not be who he thought he was.

The voices swirled in his head, clashing with his emotions, pushing him toward the brink of madness. "I can't give up!" he screamed, clinging to the belief that he could return. But deep down, he knew that all he was doing was fighting a battle with fear, with himself, and with the dark world he had entered.

Yet, from afar, a faint beam of light began to appear. "Is this the end?" his heart hesitated, but he realized that this light might be his only way out. Despite the challenges he faced, he decided to move toward this light, ignoring all the voices trying to convince him to turn back.

And so, he took a step forward, igniting the flame of hope in his heart, acknowledging that even in the darkest moments, there might be light waiting for him at the end.