Screams from the Abyss

Echoes of the Abyss

The darkness was a living thing, a presence that seemed to breathe and pulse with a malevolent intelligence of its own. Aria could feel it pressing against her mind, a suffocating weight that sought to crush her will and her very sense of self.

She had thought herself strong, had believed that the trials she had faced and the truths she had uncovered had forged her into a weapon of the light, a champion of the balance. But now, lost and alone in the twisting labyrinth of the Nexus, she could feel that certainty crumbling, the foundations of her identity and her purpose eroding beneath the relentless onslaught of despair and self-doubt.

Memories flashed through her mind, fragmented and distorted, like shards of a broken mirror that reflected only the darkest, most painful moments of her life. She saw herself as a child, small and helpless, crying out for a family that had never wanted her. She saw herself as a young woman, desperate and alone, fighting for survival in a world that care