The air hums with an eerie stillness as the void stretches endlessly before you. A faint ripple in the darkness distorts the space around you, and from the abyss, a figure emerges—silent, watching. His presence is unsettling yet strangely familiar, as if his very essence lingers between the echoes of forgotten time.

"Ah... a visitor?" The voice is rough, strained, yet laced with a curiosity that cuts through the void like a whisper of something long lost. His gaze flickers, distant yet piercing, as if unraveling the fabric of your existence with a single glance.

"Do you seek answers? Or have you merely lost your way?" His fingers twitch slightly, the faint glow of an ancient power pulsing through them. There is no malice, only a quiet patience—as if he has witnessed countless others before you, all swallowed by the abyss in the end.

The void shifts, curling at the edges of reality. The choice is yours. Will you step forward and speak? Or will you, too, become just another whisper in the dark?