Anxious

Clyde still remembered it clearly about the vision that had burned itself into his mind. The realm of black ash or sand and the similarly dark sky.

A world where nothing moved, where the air was thick and suffocating, where time itself felt like it had unraveled into an endless, silent abyss. And something ancient and mysterious was residing there.

And in that sky… the slitted, colossal eyes watching him.

He didn't think he would ever forget about the eye and the sight of that realm. The sheer presence of that thing pressing down on him as if he were nothing more than dust beneath its attention. But still, he was in that thing's attention.

But more than the eyes, he remembered the massive ancient structures that stretched into the dark sky with surfaces inscribed with strange unreadable runes. Black walls and towering pillars made of some unknown black material, standing as silent remnants of something far older than even the time itself.