Chapter Thirty

It was pitch black, soundless, and motionless. No one else would be here... they couldn't be here. It was just his conscious roaming in the nothingness. It felt odd for a place that seemed not to exist, the darkness an eternal realm devoid of any feeling with the exception of Euphoria. And then, then it shifted, the dark beauty that was immortalized mutated into a sickness. The very clean, fresh air turning thick making it unable to sustain any life form, he began to suffocate. His throat closing to the poison forcing its way down into his lungs.

He couldn't breathe. It started off with a slight numbness but it grew and soon he was gasping for ai