Here, at the bottom of the void, time was not measured in seconds, minutes, or hours.
Time here was a rotting corpse, its limbs slowly and disgustingly falling apart to form a pool of eternal stagnation.
This place was not a prison in the sense the human mind could comprehend; there were no stone walls, no iron bars, no cold floor for a shattered body to rest upon.
This place was a "spatial abyss," a forgotten crack in the fabric of spacetime, a transit station between hell and absolute nothingness.
The darkness here was not merely the absence of light.
The darkness was a viscous, living entity, breathing, crawling like an army of invisible tiny insects, seeping into the pores of the skin, passing through open wounds, and settling inside the bones to freeze their marrow.
