A silver-black soul fell from the endless entrance of the sea of darkness.
It was as if a bright star were piercing through the void, falling into the ground of a lifeless world.
The silvered soul was not alone within the darkness, yet it was the only living soul standing on the ground. He stared around himself, searching for someone like him—but all he could see were lifeless souls, completely black, as if trying to hide within the darkness itself.
Yet it was the darkness that had engulfed them.
Soulless statues decorated the land, merged with the darkness, becoming a part of it. The silvered soul sensed all of this and realized one thing clearly — if he were to stop, he too would become one of those silvered, soulless statues.
So he decided to keep walking, searching for a way out of this hollow world.
It was not his conscious mind that warned him of the danger, but something deeper—his subconscious—telling him that if he stopped, he would lose something he could never forgive himself for.
The soul had now walked a fair distance from where he was first summoned. He was entering a place much darker than before; it felt as though the darkness itself was swallowing the very light he emitted.
Yet, he kept walking, no matter how dim the path became. Only the bravest soul could have ventured this far. The few statues he could still make out were becoming scarce, making it hard to find any landmark to pass by.
Suddenly, he felt an icy presence looming behind him, as if it were trying to warn him. But the walking soul had no intention of turning back.
At a distance, he saw something huge—a monument shrouded in shadow. It gave off a vibe that was strangely different, yet hauntingly familiar. His pace quickened. The light that had been scraped away began to return to him, granting him a renewed sense of direction.