Whispers in the Void

Previously

…I closed my eyes, pressing my fingertips against my temples, trying to block out the encroaching madness. But the whispers persisted, weaving themselves into the fabric of my thoughts, promising answers, offering glimpses of a past I desperately wanted to forget. The shadow had lengthened, and it was no longer confined to the periphery. It was here, in my study, in my house, in the very air I breathed. And I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that I could no longer outrun the darkness. It had found me.