Whispers Beneath the Surface

The weight of the unseen presence lingered, even after the chamber had returned to an eerie, unnerving silence.

Daniel remained motionless, his body rigid, every nerve on edge. The entity—whatever it had been—had not attacked. It had simply watched. Slithering between the boundaries of reality and the abyss, its form fading as quickly as it had emerged, vanishing into the very void from which it had materialized.

But the presence it left behind was not so easily dismissed.

The whisper still echoed in his mind. A hushed murmur that felt like it originated from deep beneath the earth, from somewhere darker, older. The words clung to him like invisible tendrils, wrapping around his thoughts, pressing against his psyche with an unrelenting weight.

"The abyss remembers all."