In an unfathomable expanse of darkness, a solitary man floated, unmoored and entirely weightless. Alex found himself suspended in a vast void, where the absence of direction rendered him disoriented.
As he turned slowly, all around him was an abyss that seemed to stretch infinitely, innocent yet ominous, a black canvas sweeping into eternity. He felt isolated, as though he were the last remnant of a forgotten universe.
"Where am I?" he whispered, the words barely forming before they dissipated into the silence that was as heavy as a shroud.
The echo of his voice was swallowed whole by the oppressive stillness, leaving him with an unsettling sense of solitude. The air was thick with nothingness, devoid of scent or sound, an eerie tranquility that felt almost suffocating.
With every gentle sway of his body, Alex realized how utterly lost he was; it was as if he were a leaf caught in a vacuum, drifting without purpose.
