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The man in dark

the past

By not japanessPublished about a year ago 3 min read

In the depths of a moonless night, a man named Ethan found himself wandering through a dense and mysterious forest. The twisted branches reached out like gnarled fingers, creating a canopy that blocked even the faintest glimmer of starlight. With each step he took, his heart pounded in his chest, matching the rhythm of his footfalls. The air was thick with an eerie stillness, as if the very atmosphere held its breath, anticipating what was to come.

Ethan was no stranger to darkness; his life had been shrouded in shadows since childhood. He had always felt like an outsider, disconnected from the vibrant tapestry of life that surrounded him. He sought solace in solitude, retreating to the comfort of his own thoughts. But on this night, he embarked on a journey that would challenge his perception of reality and force him to confront the darkness within himself.

As Ethan ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, the silence grew deafening. The absence of sound was oppressive, suffocating, and it whispered secrets only to his ears. The haunting cry of an owl echoed in the distance, a mournful melody that reverberated through his soul. The darkness seemed to seep into his bones, an inky presence that clung to him like a second skin.

Suddenly, a flickering light caught Ethan's attention. It danced in the distance, a beacon of hope amidst the desolation. He quickened his pace, drawn towards its mesmerizing glow. As he approached, he discovered a dilapidated cabin bathed in the soft radiance of a lone candle. The wooden structure stood defiantly against the encroaching darkness, its weathered exterior a testament to its enduring existence.

Cautiously, Ethan pushed open the creaking door, and the frail candlelight revealed a room draped in shadows. Cobwebs adorned the corners, and dust particles floated lazily in the air. The scent of aged wood mingled with the musty odor of forgotten secrets. As he stepped further into the room, a reflection caught his eye—a tarnished mirror hanging on the wall.

Intrigued, Ethan approached the mirror, his reflection warped and distorted by its aged surface. His eyes met his own gaze, but it was as if he were looking into the eyes of a stranger—a man lost in the depths of his own darkness. A sudden surge of courage washed over him, and he reached out to touch the mirror. To his astonishment, his hand passed through the glass, and he found himself transported to a realm even darker than the forest.

This new world was a place of shadows, where nightmares materialized and twisted shapes slithered just beyond Ethan's vision. Fear coiled around his heart, threatening to suffocate him, but he pressed forward, determined to unravel the mysteries that lay before him. Step by step, he journeyed through the ethereal darkness, searching for answers to questions he didn't yet know how to ask.

In this world of shadows, time ceased to exist. Days bled into nights, and nights blended into days. Ethan's mind became a labyrinth, his thoughts entangled with the whispers of the shadows. Their words were elusive, fragments of forgotten memories and half-formed truths. Yet, through the confusion, he discovered glimmers of self-awareness, insights into his own inner struggles.

As he delved deeper into the labyrinth, Ethan encountered apparitions from his past—fears and regrets that had long haunted him. Each specter presented a challenge, a test of his resolve. He faced his fears head-on, refusing to be consumed by the darkness that threatened to swallow him whole.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ethan stood before a massive obsidian door—a gateway to his redemption. The darkness

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