At one point, a powerful aura surged toward me, crashing against the walls of darkness that bound me. For a fleeting moment, hope flickered. It's over. This torment will end. But no matter how fiercely the force struggled, it was futile. The darkness held strong, its grip unshaken. The pain remained—a constant, merciless presence.
"Death…" The word slipped from my lips, over and over, like a chant I couldn't stop. My voice, once defiant, now trembled with desperation. "Kill me… enough…" I whispered, the words barely audible in the suffocating silence. "What did I do to deserve this?"