No one remembers who first named this world, but the name fits as if it had always belonged. This place never sees the light of day—only endless, suffocating darkness. Shadows stretch infinitely, concealing the horrors that lurk within. Step outside without a light, and you won’t last more than a few heartbeats.
The lucky few who have faced death and lived speak of the whispers in the dark—agonized voices, as if the souls of the lost are crying out through them. They say, in those final moments, you can feel the presence of something unseen, something clawing at the edges of existence, waiting to pull you in.
To stay alive, the survivors must cling to the light, never letting it falter. Because once the darkness takes hold, it never lets go.