The Liminal Edge

The oppressive weight of the abyss lingered in the air as Daniel and Mira pressed forward through the winding corridors of the Citadel. Every step they took felt as though they were treading on the edge of a vast, unseen chasm. The very walls around them pulsed with a strange luminescence, their shifting symbols whispering secrets too ancient and cryptic to be fully grasped. In this place, every breath carried the chill of forgotten eons, and every shadow seemed to harbor hidden intent.

Daniel's heart pounded in his chest, echoing the steady rhythm of his troubled thoughts. The abyss had spoken to him before—not in the form of words alone, but through sensations that resonated deep within his soul. The phrase that now repeated in his mind—"You are not whole"—was a haunting refrain he could neither dismiss nor fully understand. It clawed at his consciousness, a constant reminder of some internal void he had yet to reconcile.