Final Chance

Ezra wandered through a dark, oppressive void.

Shadows pressed in from every side, their forms shifting and whispering secrets he could not hear or understand.

The ground beneath his feet was uneven, a mix of cold stone and slick, unidentifiable material. He felt a chill in the air, the kind that seeped into his bones and refused to leave.

He walked forward, each step echoing ominously. The darkness seemed to go on forever, an endless labyrinth with no clear path or destination.

Occasionally, he stumbled over things he could not see, each fall reminding him of how vulnerable he was in this place.

He felt a sense of foreboding, as if they were eyes in the darkness, watching his every move.

He strained his senses, trying to pick up any hint of light or direction, but the void revealed nothing.

After what felt like an eternity, he saw a faint glow in the distance, a pinprick of light that stood out like a beacon in the darkness.