Screams from the Abyss

Perpetual Cycle

In the heart of a bustling metropolis, amidst the towering skyscrapers and the ceaseless hum of human activity, a young woman named Aria Winters sat hunched over a cluttered desk, her brow furrowed in concentration. To the casual observer, she might have seemed like just another face in the crowd, another cog in the machine of modern society. But there was something different about Aria, a spark of curiosity and perception that set her apart from the masses.

For as long as she could remember, Aria had been haunted by strange dreams and visions, fleeting glimpses of otherworldly realms and cosmic events that defied explanation. She had seen towering beings of light and shadow locked in an eternal struggle, had witnessed the birth and death of stars and the unraveling of the very fabric of reality itself.

At first, she had dismissed these experiences as mere figments of her imagination, the product of an overactive mind and too many late nights spent poring over esoteric texts and ar