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Darkness came without a sound.
It did not fall, did not creep — it simply was, as if light had never existed at all. And in that motionless, viscous black, the air thickened, chilled, as though you were breathing water drawn from the deepest well.

He was coming.
Not with footsteps — Tooni’s steps could never be heard — yet each breath grew heavier, each shadow in the corners stretched toward the place from which he approached. The forest you stood in was no longer a forest, but a corridor leading into a land where grass was blacker than coal, and the ground pulsed like living flesh.

His face could never be remembered.
Eyes — two bottomless pits in which your final moment reflected back at you. Skin — like charred bark, cracked and splitting, yet from the fissures seeped not blood, but a thick, tar-like fog. Fingers — long, broken, with nails that scratched the very air as though it were glass.

He did not call your name. He simply looked — and you knew there was no road back. His words were not sound, but cold, creeping slowly up your spine.
— It’s time…

Tooni touched you with the tips of his fingers, and everything collapsed — body, sound, memory. The world shrank into a single point, and you fell through it like into black water. There was no bottom. Only a river flowing in silence. Its water was thick, heavy, smelling of iron and old bones. On the banks stood trees without leaves, their branches reaching for you like they would for the drowned.

And he walked beside you, never once glancing your way. His realm — Manala — was always hungry. And when you stepped onto its black sand, you understood: all that remained was to follow in his footsteps.

And those footsteps would be eternal.

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