Freya's POV
Darkness. Endless and frigid.
I whirled around, but there was nothing—no sky above, no ground below. A deep emptiness that goes on forever. Sharp gasps of breath came from me. Where had I gone?
Then a murmur. "Freya..."
I went cold. The voice was quiet, but it reverberated in my mind. I was unable to determine its source.
"Who's there?" I steadied myself, but my voice faltered. It had been worse for me.
The silence was pierced with a deep, icy laugh. "You already know me."
A tall figure, encased in flowing blackness, stepped out of the shadows. I could feel its dense, stifling presence pressing against me, even though its face was hidden.
I took a deep breath. "No... you're not real."
I could feel the figure getting closer, but it didn't move.
"You came here for answers." It had a silky, nearly hypnotic voice. "And I have them."