The abyss whispered his name.
Dante.
The syllables floated like ash in the air, curling through the void as if the shadows themselves recognized him. He stood motionless, boots sinking slightly into the obsidian dust coating the abyssal ground. The sky above was nothing but a warped mirror of fractured stars, and around him, the world breathed with something ancient—something alive.
Beside him, Selena walked in silence, her fingertips trailing just above the air, as if trying to feel what could not be seen. Her eyes shimmered with tension, tracing the edges of invisible truths that clung to the space like veils. They had stepped beyond the edge of reality, into the echo of a world that never was—or should never have been.
This place was not just darkness. It was memory made flesh.
