Helplessly, he rolled on the ground clenching his fists in agony as his insides were overrun by a burning sensation, like he was the one being eaten. In his struggle, he fell into the pool of red liquid, his pain growing by the second. Without warning, the juice contained in the pool, took a darker hue, its consistency growing thicker, while red limbs emerged from within. Fighting on and on, every time he tried to get out of the pool, the crimson waters would push him back and drown him more and more.  Athan was caught in this whirlpool of predicaments, trying to subjugate his pain while simultaneously, fighting off the red waves that emerged from the depths.  

  It seemed as if the world around him was actively trying to get rid of him. 

Athan persisted with his struggle, though it would seem, this “force” that was actively attempting to remove him, had not said its last word. 

  From within the dark red abyss, shadowy hands ascended above the surface and attacked Athan, grabbing both body and neck. His breathing got restrained, throwing him into further disarray. Right after, they started dragging him down below the surface, until he was completely submerged, far inside their thick black void…

  For a few moments, there was nothing but a deafening silence in the air, periodically being broken by incoherent screeches. Athan opened his eyes, unable to discern anything of notice in this empty plane of existence.

A void worthy of its title. 

  After descending down the shapeless chasm for what seemed like an eternity, he finally came in contact with a solid surface (though it was more like standing on the air). Athan had found himself in the bottom of the “well”, surrounded by limbo and oblivion. Guideless, he traversed the desolate space, hoping he would -perhaps- find any sign of… well… anything.

  Soon enough, he made clear of a sound that echoed in the distance. It seemed as if it was the source of the screaming he had heard during his fall. Without much (or rather anything) to go off, he listened closely to the pleading voice and made his way towards it. As he reached closer to his target, the sound grew ever louder and poignant, a lucid sense of torment. Eventually, he started to make clear of a silhouette that seemed to be sitting on its knees, hands covering its face, moving its head up and down, weeping excessively. 

  Unable to make much of it, he meticulously approached, extending his arm to touch it on the shoulder. Upon coming in contact with the individual, its cries stopped and it turned around, removing its hands from its face, staring dead into his soul. Its shape was similar to his, but it appeared to be without discernible characteristics, save for its white outline and pitch black eyes. It did not give a single warning, before it began twitching frantically, slowly opening its wide mouth…