Prompt:
Two beings, barely etched into existence, as if spun from stardust and the very fabric of shadows, confronted each other in a silence taut with unseen energies. Their forms shimmered, mirages on the periphery of reality, and caught between them, starkly alone, stood he. His silhouette, a dark and resolute slash, defied the ethereal light emanating from a sphere that hung suspended in the air. This was no mere illumination; it was an invasive radiance, peeling back layers of skin, exposing the raw, intimate core, the secrets yearning for burial.
He felt their gazes, a glacial wind and a searing brand, twinned in their intensity. No words were spoken, only a suffocating expectancy. His breath hitched, the air thickening around him like viscous honey, each inhale a labored conquest.
"Do you know why you are here?" one whispered, a voice like the chime of distant, otherworldly bells, an echo resonating from a forgotten dimension.
He offered no reply. His lips, a tight, bloodless line, betrayed the tremor in his hands, yet his gaze remained unbroken, fixed on these beings who embodied his destiny, his damnation, his…
"You cannot run," the second one purred, a voice of silken menace, the threat woven into its very texture capable of icing the blood in his veins.
He squeezed his eyes shut, but the darkness offered no sanctuary. They were there, branded onto the backs of his eyelids, omnipresent. In his thoughts, his heart, his very soul.
"I am not afraid," he rasped, the words a fragile exhalation, a whisper swallowed by the vast emptiness.
One of the beings drifted forward, its form flickering like a candle flame caught in a draft.
"You lie," it stated, the words an inexorable touch, a violation that resonated deep within his bones.
His fists clenched, feeling how…
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