I am plunged into the unfathomable depths of the infernal abyss, trapped in a maelstrom of indescribable despair and terror. This initial statement, though vague in nature, is the only conclusion I have been able to arrive at after an arduous process of introspection and analysis. Allow me, therefore, to go into greater skill and detail in describing this grotesque and disturbing situation.
In this gloomy and macabre enclosure, time fades into an uncertain haze, distorting my perception to unsuspected limits. It may be that only a handful of minutes have passed since my unfortunate arrival in this abyss, or perhaps centuries, millennia or eons have passed without my mind being able to fully grasp it. I would even dare to consider the terrifying possibility that I have always been trapped in this twisted and repulsive dimension, though such a thought challenges the very foundations of sanity and shakes even the darkest corners of my being.
I vehemently reject such a notion as soon as it arises in my mind, for it contradicts the very laws of the universe and threatens to drag me into an even deeper abyss of madness. My senses, in this nightmarish abode, are plunged into an unprecedented spiral of uncertainty and unease.
My eyes, emissaries of vision, seem to have been robbed of their power of contemplation, plunging into an impenetrable blackness where neither a glimmer of light nor a shadow in form manages to manifest itself. But it may also be that there is nothing in this sinister realm worth seeing, where unspeakable horrors lurk in the deepest shadows, waiting for the right moment to unleash their malevolence.
Or is the absence of sound the only truth that prevails in this dimension, where voices are silenced and echoes fade into the void, leaving only the faint incessant murmur of my own breathing and the anguished beating of my heart?
The sense of smell, that fragrant compass that guides us through the world, has been cruelly torn from me. There is no trace of scent in the foul air I inhale, but is it that there is truly nothing to be smelled in this corner of perdition, or is it that the smells themselves are corrupted into putrid and repugnant essences that hide from my senses, emerging only to assault my consciousness with their perverse vileness?
There seems to be nothing in this existence that I can taste, as if the lack of flavour has invaded every corner of my being. My sense of touch feels disorientated and abnormal, provoking strange and unfamiliar sensations. Perception of reality varies from person to person, and often the search for truth seems unattainable for each of us.
My own reflection escapes me, I can only glimpse it in my mind, creating a mental image of myself. I feel trapped, bound hand and foot, vulnerable and naked, with heavy chains that oppress my body. A veil covers my eyes and much of my face, plunging me into oppressive darkness. The only certainty I have is that I am exhausted and disoriented, lost in a maze of confusion.
A change has occurred, an alteration in my existence, and now something else has infiltrated my reality. My body experiences an absolute coldness, but even that description falls short. I am gripped by an icy cold, as if I have been buried under a deep, penetrating layer of ice that squeezes my ribs, causing slow, painful agony.
My skin tears with extreme ease, and I can feel my blood flowing from the wounds, but even before it has time to flow, it freezes, solidifying in an instant. I don't know if I really hear it or if it is just a manifestation of my own imagination, but a howl echoes in my ears, a pitiful wail, as if many are sobbing simultaneously.
A lump forms in my throat, but the suffering I experience does not allow me to care about others, I can only focus on my own agony. Suddenly, a current of air so violent that it cuts pieces of my own flesh bursts into space. It is as if some kind of inhuman and sinister ripple has come to life, unleashing a piercing wind that hurts everything in its path.
And with that, the unsuspected abyss of perpetual cold disappears completely, fading into nothingness. Now, it lingers only in my memories, a memory that terrifies and torments me in equal measure. I wonder if that icy abyss was in fact an eternally frozen existence, but I lack clear answers. I can only draw conclusions based on the sensations I have experienced.
What disturbs me the most, however, is the thought of the entity that could have caused that ominous and terrifying swaying. What unfathomable and unknown being possessed enough power to break the icy embrace in an instant? But I should not allow such thoughts to consume me, for they only lead to a spiral of dread and madness that threatens to devour my sanity completely...
In an instant, once again my surroundings underwent an abrupt transformation that shook my body to its core. The feeling of being in an empty place, devoid of any hint of life, or in an icy hell, vanished. Instead, I was swept along by a powerful current that pushed me mercilessly into the abyssal depths.
It was as if a vast ocean had taken hold of me, imprisoning me in its viscous, sticky embrace. My senses, altered and confused, struggled to understand the nature of the substance enveloping me. Although reasoning dictated that it was clear water, its properties were unsettling, a mixture of adhesive and jelly. I was unable to define it exactly, but in some macabre way, it gave me a strange comfort.
As I descended into the unfathomable depths of that fictitious sea, my skin tore with devastating ferocity. It was as if every cell of my body became as fragile as a sheet of paper fading in the wind. The source of this grotesque damage remained in the dark, hidden from my eyes, though I suspected that my body was bleeding profusely, plunging me into incomprehensible agony.
Totally immersed in the viscous substance that enveloped me completely, I felt it greedily pushing itself into my mouth, my nose and even my ears. Its unrelenting pressure was wreaking excruciating havoc on my throat and internal organs. Every desperate attempt to breathe resulted in more liquid pouring in, mercilessly. I was drowning in my own despair, suffocated by the malevolent substance.
The pain, an unbearable torture, penetrated to the innermost recesses of my being. It was as if innumerable needles were constantly being driven into my body from the inside. My muscles twisted and trembled, unable to withstand the suffocating pressure of the liquid surrounding them. My attempts to free myself from this nightmare became more and more frantic, but my efforts were in vain. I was trapped in this torment, condemned to an existence of indescribable agony and suffering.
Every beat of my heart became a lash of torment, announcing my approaching death. At this point, any semblance of rationality and sanity had completely vanished. I was in a borderline state, on the verge of total annihilation. My being, reduced to a violent, formless chaos, was crumbling into hopeless darkness.
In a fleeting, grim instant, the seams of my reality were mercilessly torn apart, opening me into a nightmarish abyss. The agonising clamour of multiple tortured voices and macabre laughter echoed in my ears, a hellish chorus repeating relentlessly, devouring my sanity and becoming the only discernible symphony on that dreadful stage.
My cries of anguish and my desperate contortions were useless, mere desperate gestures of a puppet in the hands of the unknown. The oppressive silence devoured my so-called words, depriving me of any form of communication. Even if I could have screamed, there was no one present to hear my wrenching agony.
The scene unfolding before my eyes was a dreadful and grotesque sight, an abomination that defied all human logic and plunged my soul into an abyss of horror. I would have preferred death a thousand times over to endure this endless suffering, but the dark designs denied me such a release. The sins I had committed in life had condemned me to this curse, a cruel and deserved punishment.
The very notion of justice became a twisted enigma in my mind. Was this what I deserved? I was immersed in cyclical torment and doubted whether this was the true reflection of justice.
Again and again, pain seized me, an inscrutable substance seeping through my nostrils, ears and mouth, tearing my throat and shredding my internal organs. The suffocating oppression and the sensation of suffocation coiled around me like a slippery, agonising embrace, inflicting inhuman, excruciating pain. It was as if a tiny tidal wave of suckers were penetrating every nook and cranny of my being, unleashing an intense onslaught that reached deep into my innermost intrinsic realm, into my innermost entity and reverberating in every fibre of my soul.
My muscles twisted and trembled under the pressure of this unknown substance, while my mind was assaulted by the screams and laughter of a diabolical chorus, multiple twisted souls rejoicing in my torment.
In vain I struggled to escape this abysmal nightmare. But again and again, my attempts faded, throwing me back onto the dark path I had set out on. How was it possible to be trapped in this eternal cycle of suffering? Death seemed a sweet promise in comparison to this perpetual existence of pain. Yet final rest was denied me, for my existence had been condemned to immortality.
And in a flash of lucidity, I remembered the curse that afflicted me. My life stretched beyond known limits, a soul perpetually trapped in the icy embrace of this indescribable nightmare. A heart-rending sigh escaped my lips, a mixture of despair and longing.
Perplexity grips me as I contemplate the disturbing reality unfolding before my eyes. How is it possible that this whirlwind of atrocities has taken shape? I should have succumbed before completing such a macabre process. Yet here I am, trapped in an abominable cycle that repeats itself endlessly. My mind is tormented with unanswered questions.
Death, as elusive as a spectre, seems to mock my existence. Why don't I die? What is the purpose of this eternal repetition? Is there some hidden meaning in this cruel game of fate? My memories, shrouded in a veil of darkness, begin to surface again. I am aware of my immortality, a curse that condemns me to endless agony.
Each time the process comes to an end, my body regenerates at an astonishing speed, far surpassing any attempt at destruction. This regenerative capacity, while allowing me to withstand pain and continue to exist, becomes a condemnation. A torment both physical and mental grips me, eating away at my sanity and feeding the despair that consumes me.
I am a vampire, a creature thirsty for human blood. I am immersed in a scarlet ocean that emanates a foul and nauseating odour. Bits of flesh and bones float around me, some still throbbing as if trying to escape their ghastly prison. The air is saturated with death and decay, as scavenging insects buzz frantically, enjoying the grotesque festivity.
Consciousness fades, submerged in the depths of this endless nightmare. However, the cycle of horrors comes to an end. The sea of blood recedes without a trace, leaving me on a slick, smooth surface. At last, I can touch something tangible, though its susceptibility reminds me that it could all collapse at any moment.
I settle into this uneven support, seeking a pause to mentally recover from the atrocities I have just witnessed. The stillness is fleeting, and I know that horror lurks in the shadows, waiting for its chance to envelop me once again in its macabre embrace. But for now, I give myself permission to breathe, to try to recompose my battered sanity in this brief respite.
Existence unfolds like an endless labyrinth, full of unfathomable terrors and indescribable suffering. I anxiously await the next chapter of my torment, aware that I am doomed to wander in eternal darkness, dragging the weight of my immortality and paying too high a price for the eternal life I never desired.
The physical transfiguration, the result of my sinister vampiric regeneration, has been consummated in all its grotesque magnitude. A body reconstituted at the expense of my humanity, but condemned to inhabit an existence deprived of visual perception and the ability to communicate. The terrified cries and laughter that once haunted my mind have ceased, as my sanity struggles to settle into the rubble of my consciousness. Yet utter blackness continues to envelop me, denying me any glimmer of light or hope.
After a diffuse and disturbing period, which I can barely quantify, a disturbing disturbance manifests itself. A subtle whisper, a fleeting echo, seeps into the abyss of silence. A female voice, barely audible, emerges from the folds of darkness, intoning unintelligible words. Suddenly, the voice transforms into a cry, a lamentation that wavers between melancholy and haunting charm.
My instincts sharpen and I rise hastily, thirsty to discover the source of this singular sobbing. It seems to emanate from afar, shrouded in a haze of unfathomable mystery. The veil that hitherto obscured my vision seems to vanish, though before my eyes catch the slightest glimpse, I am confronted with the cruel reality of my empty sockets. Eyes, once witnesses to the world, have been snatched away by the voracity of eternal night. My fingers, in a state of bewilderment, explore my face, only to find a viscous, metallic liquid evaporating rapidly. Blood, silent witness to my desolation. The abyss where my eyes used to dwell lies. Anguish takes hold of me.
Although my vampiric regeneration is supposed to be more impetuous and efficient, it is unable to restore what has been lost. An unbearable pain, piercing and constant, spreads through my surrounding muscles and bones. I feel the crushing pressure in the place that once housed my eyes. Disorientation and vulnerability take over, dragging me into the abyss of despair.
Suddenly, the same voice that has accompanied me is present once more, whispering clearly in a low tone: "You have been saved". Its pronunciation seems to change subtly. Saved? Me? A whirlwind of questions assails my mind, but before I can articulate an answer, the creak of an ancient wooden door slowly opening breaks the silence. A dazzling light slips through the shadows, defying my lack of eyes...
Finally, I have awoken from my long, deep sleep. Oppressive darkness envelops the room as my mind struggles to adapt to the reality around me...
In a vast cosmos filled with unsolvable riddles and the darkness of unspeakable horrors, orthodox gods and their sectarian followers rule, and primarchs whisper in the mists of divinity. Under the laws of a fallen universe, the moon witnesses the chaos with her tireless gaze, and the drama unfolds among the age-old stones of ancient fortresses. In the shadow of their ancestors, conflicting characters confront their fears and the story unfolds like a tapestry woven with threads of horror, exploring the darkest and most twisted depths of existence.