The room was silent, yet deafening. Shadows stretched across the walls like fingers reaching for him, and the faint hum of the city outside seemed miles away. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at nothing, feeling everything. Every breath was heavy, every heartbeat a dull reminder of a life that no longer felt like his own.
He had once dreamed—vivid, wild dreams of light and adventure—but those days had faded into gray monotony. Now, he walked through the world like a ghost among the living, unseen, unheard, untouched. The laughter of others, the chatter of their lives, all of it felt like noise, distant and meaningless.
A thought crept in, quiet but insistent, like a whisper in the back of his mind: What if it ended?
Not out of fear, not out of desperation—but curiosity. What would it feel like to step beyond the invisible walls that bound him to this hollow existence? He imagined the silence beyond, the freedom beyond, and, almost without noticing, he welcomed the idea.
Time passed—or did it? He could no longer tell. Shadows shifted. The hum of the city faded. In that unbearable stillness, he felt himself unraveling, each fragment of hope slipping through his fingers until there was nothing left but emptiness.
And then, as if the world had exhaled in unison, it happened. The air around him thickened, heavy and strange, and he felt himself falling—not through space, but through some unseen barrier, into a place he could not name. Darkness swallowed him, but it was not terrifying. It was… inevitable.
Somewhere deep inside, a spark of curiosity remained. He wondered—Where is this? What waits for me beyond the end?
He had no answer. Only the falling, and the quiet anticipation of something that would change everything.