As his vision returned, Yur stared at his surroundings—only an endless, void-like expanse of pure black.
There was nothing; no light, no shape, no relief. He couldn't see himself, nor anything else in that oppressive emptiness. It felt as though his eyes were closed, even though he was painfully aware they were wide open.
A True Seeker.
Suddenly, a voice resonated from somewhere within the void. But from where could it be coming?
"Who is it?!" he shouted, his words strangely muffled—as if spoken underwater.
The disembodied voice replied, Oh Seeker, what is it that you seek?
Yur remained silent, his mind churning with questions as he waited, desperate to unravel the mystery of his existence. "Zul," he called out, the name hanging in the darkness. Yet, as seconds ticked by, there was no reply. "Zul?" he repeated, his voice growing more uncertain, but still met only by silence.