The Struggle is Real
Infinite darkness filled Leon's field of vision. He could not see anything. He seemed to have been robbed of all his senses, all except his own existence.
He felt incredibly cold, not from his body but from the recess of his soul like he was fading away from existence. He felt helpless and couldn't do anything. He was just like a subconscious thought mindlessly drifting through the endless cold void without control.
'Did I fail?' Leon thought.
He could fill his own consciousness slowly slipping away.
'No, that shouldn't be the case… This dark void is different from that deathly monochrome void. I should have already left the dreamscape and returned to my real body.'
'…Then was I too late?'
Leon could not think of any other reasonable explanation for his current state. It seems like his perception of the outside world has been sealed off and he was trapped in his own subconscious space.