Desperate, I tried to step back, but I tripped and was swallowed by the abyss. The fall felt endless. The wind cut through my skin like invisible blades as the void wrapped around me in a cold embrace. I looked up, searching for any sign of light, but all I saw was the black sky merging with the thick smoke of the abyss.

Then, something changed.

From above, a crimson rain began to fall—thick, heavy droplets that drenched my body. The scarlet liquid ran down my face, soaking my clothes. I tried to wipe it off, but it was useless. The more I tried, the more it spread, as if my skin were absorbing it.

The darkness around me was total, absolute. My senses began to fail. My vision blurred, and the sound of the wind was replaced by an eerie silence. My consciousness wavered, as if it were being drained into the abyss itself. My body grew heavy, and my mind dissolved into nothingness. Only the void remained.

Then, I woke up with a choked scream.

My lungs burned, and my breathing was erratic. My muscles trembled, and I felt my heart pounding violently against my chest. The terror of the nightmare still clung to me, as if it had never ended.

Gasping for air, I sat up in bed, feeling my cold, damp skin. The room was swallowed in shadows, and the feeling of something watching me slithered through the darkness. Every inch of my skin tingled, as if something unseen was still touching me.

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the suffocating sensation, and quickly got up. I needed to feel something real, something solid, to anchor myself to reality.

I rushed to the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the cold water pour over me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The shock of the freezing water helped clear the fog of the nightmare, slowly calming the storm within me.

I stood there for several minutes, allowing the water to wash away the weight of fear. But as I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, a shiver ran down my spine.

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Something was wrong.

The feeling of being watched returned, stronger than before. My heartbeat quickened, and a cold sweat began to form on my forehead.

Slowly, I lifted my gaze to the mirror in front of me.

What I saw made my blood run cold.

My reflection looked normal… except for one thing.

My right eye was no longer the same.

Where my iris should have been, there was now a black eye—an eye as dark as the abyss I had just emerged from.

Shock rooted me in place. My own reflection stared back at me, motionless, as if this was no illusion. As if this new reality was the only truth.

My chest rose and fell erratically, my breathing growing shorter by the second.

This couldn't be real.

This couldn't be real.

I blinked several times, rubbed my eyes, trying to make it disappear. But it did not disappear.

And then, something worse happened.

The reflection began to change.

Deep within that black eye, a vision took shape.

I saw myself, kneeling in an endless night, drenched in blood. But something was different. My hair was long and disheveled, falling over my face. I wore dark, heavy, tattered clothes, as if I had walked through a battlefield alone. My body was wounded, open scars, deep cuts… but I was far from defeated.

Above me, the sky was alive with war. Light and darkness clashed, fighting for dominance over that eternal night. White lightning tore through the abyss, while writhing shadows slithered between the warring clouds. The wind howled like a ravenous beast, dragging dust, dead leaves, and blood through the air.

And there I was.

Even wounded, even bathed in that crimson rain, my presence was not one of weakness. Something inside me pulsed like a dark heart, a force I didn’t recognize… but knew was mine.

My right eye—the only one black as the vortex of a nightmare—shone with a dreadful intensity.

I lifted my head, and a shadow of a wild, unbreakable grin crossed my lips.

But then, I saw something far worse.

Lying motionless on the bloodstained ground was a woman.

The shock hit me like lightning. I knew her.

She lay still, her lifeless eyes staring into nothingness. Her delicate body looked too small in that ruined battlefield. The blood surrounding her mixed with the storm, dragged away by the furious wind.

My lips moved, trying to say her name, but no sound came out.

And then, I understood.

I wasn’t just seeing this scene.

I was part of it.

The vision was overwhelming.

My knees buckled. The bathroom spun around me. The mirror shattered into a thousand pieces.

And the darkness swallowed me once more.