a lone figure drifting through an infinite void, weightless and untethered, their form barely illuminated by the faint glow of distant, dying stars; the silence is suffocating, broken only by the echoes of voices that fade before they can be understood, remnants of a past slipping beyond reach; spectral faces flicker in and out of existence, their hollow eyes empty, their mouths moving in soundless whispers before vanishing into the abyss; shadows coil and stretch, twisting unnaturally, watching from the edges of perception, always present yet never fully seen; the vast nothingness swallows all light, an endless sea of black stretching infinitely in every direction; time loses meaning, seconds stretching into eternity as loneliness presses in like an unseen weight, heavy and inescapable; the only certainty in this endless expanse is the crushing reality—there is no way back, no way forward, only the endless drift into solitude