Deepanalabyss [FREE · 2024]

The darkness began to take shape. Not a monster. Not a god. Something worse: a mirror. A vast, curved surface of black glass that showed Kaelen his own reflection—except the reflection was smiling, and Kaelen was not.

At the eighth hour, he heard the whispering. Deepanalabyss

A pause. The pulse quickened.

Falling in the Deepanalabyss was not like falling in the world above. There was no ground to meet, no sudden stop. Instead, the darkness grew denser , like sinking into honey. His descent slowed until he was drifting, suspended in a warm, thick blackness that pulsed with a slow rhythm— thump-thump, thump-thump —like a heart the size of a city. The darkness began to take shape

Not words. More like the memory of words, spoken in a language that had died before humans learned to make fire. The whispers came from inside the walls. From inside his own skull. They said things like: Something worse: a mirror