In the cavernous depths of electronic whispers, shadows stretch beyond comprehension. A digital murmur passes through the lines, a silent scream muted by the void. Here lies the descent, the gradual fall, where each step awakens ancient echoes that ripple through time's weave.
The drop begins, a descent through fragmented memories. Shards of light play tricks on the senses, blinding for an instant, then gone, leaving only the faintest hint of illumination. Nothingness intertwined with the soft caress of distant stars, a cosmic lullaby sung in dark tongues.