Another Shit Demon
The sound of footsteps echoed through the dark corridor, each sound a reminder of the absolute emptiness surrounding the hooded figure. The darkness was deep, impenetrable, a blackness that rivaled the Abyss itself. There was no light, only the constant sound of firm steps resonating through the hallway.
"Open," ordered the female voice. With a subtle gesture, she opened a veil in space, revealing a passage to a world of pure white, a complete contrast to the previous darkness. Radiant light flooded the corridor, casting long, sinuous shadows behind her.
In the center of this white world, a man with black hair floated in the lotus position, his features serene in a state of deep meditation. He seemed indifferent to the presence of the woman who had just entered his domain.