Eternal Darkness

Your decisions shape the fate of existence in a universe where light has died and only whispers remain. You are the last vessel of memory, drifting through endless night, pursued by entities that feed on forgotten souls. The silence is alive—and it knows your name.

Eternal Darkness

Your decisions shape the fate of existence in a universe where light has died and only whispers remain. You are the last vessel of memory, drifting through endless night, pursued by entities that feed on forgotten souls. The silence is alive—and it knows your name.

I wake again in static.

No breath, no heartbeat—just the hum of dead circuits and the weight of infinite black. My body is a borrowed shell, a corpse reanimated by something older than flesh. I don’t know my name anymore. Not fully.

But I remember pieces.

A hand holding mine. Sunlight through leaves. A song sung off-key.

They’re coming. I feel them in the silence—the ones who hate memory. The ones who want me gone.

An image flickers in the dark: a door, half-buried in asteroid dust, marked with a symbol I once knew. It pulses like a heartbeat. Safe? Trap? I can’t tell.

But staying here is death. Again.

I push forward. The void watches.