"People's lives don't end when they die. It ends when they lose faith."
Join (Y/n) the vessel of chaos and destruction, navigating her way through life. Filled with love, laughter, and what is that? A shit ton of trauma and stress, but as they say w...
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You find yourself standing alone in a vast, desolate landscape. The air is thick with an eerie silence, and an oppressive darkness surrounds you, swallowing everything in its inky embrace. The ground beneath your feet feels uncertain, like shifting sand, as if reality itself is unstable.
In the distance, a faint glow flickers like a distant beacon. Intrigued, you start moving toward it, your steps echoing in the silence. As you approach, the glow intensifies, revealing a twisted, gnarled tree with branches that seem to reach out like skeletal fingers. The air becomes colder, and an unsettling feeling settles in the pit of your stomach.
The glow emanates from an ominous-looking object hanging from one of the branches—a shattered mirror. You can't resist the pull to examine it, and as you peer into the fragmented glass, your brother's reflection is distorted and warped. The image is grotesque, a nightmarish version of him. A sense of dread creeps over you, and you try to turn away, but something compels you to keep looking.
Suddenly, the shattered mirror starts to reform, the pieces coming together to recreate his face. But this version is different. The eyes are hollow voids, devoid of any emotion, and a twisted grin stretches across the face. A sense of foreboding tightens its grip on you, and you try to step back, but your feet are glued to the ground.
As the mirror completes its reconstruction, the landscape around you starts to warp and twist. The gnarled tree now stands tall and imposing, its branches morphing into grotesque shapes that seem to reach for you. The air becomes thick with an otherworldly chill, and shadows dance menacingly around you.
You feel a growing unease as the nightmare intensifies. The distorted version of your brother in the mirror begins to speak, a low, guttural voice that echoes through the desolate landscape. It utters words that you can't comprehend, but the tone sends shivers down your spine. Panic wells up inside you, a primal fear that threatens to consume your very being.
Suddenly, the ground beneath you gives way, and you find yourself falling into a bottomless abyss. The sensation of freefall is disorienting, and the air rushes past you with a deafening roar. You try to scream, but no sound escapes your lips. The darkness envelops you, and a sense of helplessness takes hold.
Just as you think the nightmare can't get any worse, you find yourself in a claustrophobic space. The walls are closing in on you, and the air becomes suffocatingly thin. You struggle to breathe, gasping for air as the walls press tighter and tighter. It feels like the very essence of life is being squeezed out of you.
The distorted version of him appears again, now standing at the end of the narrowing corridor. Its hollow eyes bore into your soul, and the malevolent grin widens. The oppressive atmosphere becomes unbearable, and you feel a crushing weight on your chest. Panic sets in, and your heart races as if trying to escape the confines of your chest.
You try to escape the tightening space, but your limbs feel heavy and unresponsive. It's as if an invisible force is holding you in place, trapping you in this nightmarish scenario. The walls continue to close in, and the distorted version of your brother looms ever closer.
