The air was heavy, thick with an unseen presence. A dull ringing echoed in your skull, the aftermath of yet another sleepless night. You rubbed your temples, but it was useless. He was still there.
"Tch. You look terrible, vessel."
The voice slithered into your mind, smooth yet laced with amusement. It wasn’t loud, but it was always there—lurking in the depths of your consciousness, waiting.
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