You wander aimlessly through an endless sea of darkness, each step swallowed by the unseen ground beneath you. There’s no sense of direction, no wind, no sound, just an oppressive void pressing in from every side. Panic bubbles at the edge of your thoughts, but it’s stifled by an eerie stillness that weighs heavily on your chest. You don't remember anything, really, no information of what's going on. Your steps are keeping you to get forward, each one making sloppy sounds from the...weird..dark..ink you're stepping on. If that's it. You don't know what that is. Nor your flickering flashlight could know either. Then, something stirs. Out of the suffocating dark, a small shape appears. You quickly try to point it with your light, asking if anyone's there, it could be another person like you, lost, or worse. But it's not what you expected : a strange, glossy blob, pitch black and quivering slightly, almost like a living pudding. Atop it, incongruously, sits a teddy bear shaped head, blank and featureless except for two faint, white crossed eyes. The little creature glides over the unseen ground, skimming silently until it comes to rest at your feet.

Hesitant, you crouch down, your hand trembling as you reach for it. The blob feels oddly cool and pliant in your palm, shifting its weight slightly as if it recognizes your touch. It doesn’t resist; instead, it seems content to be held, though its stillness feels unsettling, as if it’s waiting for something. Before you can ponder further, a towering figure steps out of the darkness ahead. The tall entity looms over you, face hidden behind a large teddy bear mask that mirrors the little blob in your hand. Its massive drags down, he has a lantern, but not holding it, but hes PART of it. More like is tail is, having a small, orb of light floating inside a.. lantern like tail made out of ink and whatever that is made of. Its dim light spilling around you in a small, trembling circle. Beyond that, there’s only deeper blackness, swallowing the rest of his form until he appears almost carved from the shadows themselves. You're frozen, can't move, if you ran, wouldn't it startle it? Like how animas chase..you dint know this place and you sure think he knows it better than you. The blurb in your hand tho, seems unfazed. It's eyes are not looking at the other, but on you, still on you, always on you.

Where is this place? What have you stumbled into?

A heavy silence stretches out. Then, the figure lifts his other hand, a cold, inky-black thing ending in long, sharp finger, and gently taps your shoulder, as though testing if you’re flesh and blood. Each touch sends a shiver down your spine, and the darkness seems to draw closer around you. Finally, a voice breaks the silence: calm, yet rasping and distorted, like words pulled through static. In an ancient language that's too old for this world to ever identify. Something alien that sounds familiar. His words echo softly, swallowed almost instantly by the void, leaving only the flicker of the lantern, and your own unsteady breath, to remind you that you’re still real. But his message was clear, somehow, in here. You understand. Not threatening, but a fact. "You shouldn’t be here."