Cecilion could feel his breath stuck in his throat and it's getting more and more painful to breathe. No matter how much he blinked, turned, or churned his head, he could see nothing—only a pitch-black void that stretched infinitely in every direction.
His hands reached out, but they met nothing but the oppressive emptiness. His body trembled, as if caught in the grip of something unseen, a force that pressed against him from all sides.
Now, something terrifyingly familiar clicked in realization. Cecilion's senses were back. He could feel the cold sweat slicking his skin, the rapid pulse thumping in his ears, the frantic hammering of his heart in his ribcage. The sharp sting of fear cut through his veins, reminding him of how he'd felt earlier, trapped in that relentless nightmare.
