Vision!

Lucian's grip on the shirt loosens, his fingers unfurling as exhaustion creeps in. His breaths slow, his mind drifts, and before he realizes it, sleep takes him.

His breaths slow, his body sinking, his mind slipping...

...into darkness.

Endless. Hollow. A void stretching in every direction, swallowing sound, swallowing light.

Lucian finds himself standing in a place drained of life. The ground beneath him is cracked and dry, stretching endlessly in every direction.

The air is thick, clinging to his skin, filled with the scent of damp earth and something foul, something rotting.

Dead trees rise around him, their bark peeling, their skeletal branches reaching toward a sky he cannot see.

There is no sun, no moon, no stars, only an eerie, dull glow that seems to seep from the ground itself.

A whisper suddenly slithers through the air, threading through the silence like a breeze that carries no wind.