Depth of Eternal Darkness

A gaping chasm of absolute void, cold and silent as the end of time itself. The air conveys no scent, no breath, no resistance—just the hollow echo of one’s own heartbeat in ears that fail to detect any sound. Distances stretch beyond perception, horizons crumbling into abyssal black that swallows light without reflection. The floor, if such a term holds meaning here, provides no firmament; it surrenders immediately to downward pull, yielding neither resistance nor return. Shadows move independently of motion, lengthening briefly before dissolving into the consuming dark, while pressure mounts without origin, pressing inward as if the weight of eternity itself tried to fold the visitor into its maw.