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The Last Dimension

A supernatural force pulled him into the unknown.

By Eduarda RodriguesPublished 5 months ago 3 min read
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On a stormy night, Thomas, a fearless scientist, decided to explore a strange phenomenon occurring in his laboratory. A rift had opened in the fabric of reality, revealing a distorted and ominous landscape. Intrigued, Thomas dubbed the phenomenon "The Last Dimension."

Within this dimension, shadows danced sinisterly, and grotesque creatures lurked in the darkness. A profound darkness hung over the place, defying the laws of physics and logic. Thomas, obsessed with the discovery, chose to enter the last dimension, ignoring any sense of caution.

As he crossed the rift, Thomas found himself immersed in a chaotic and desolate world. The sky was a myriad of distorted colors, and the ground trembled beneath his feet. Indescribable creatures brushed their shadowy forms against the invisible walls of reality. Thomas felt a shiver down his spine, but curiosity compelled him to continue.

As he explored, he noticed that time behaved peculiarly. Hours seemed like minutes, and minutes felt like eternities. Thomas lost track of time and space, delving deeper into the last dimension. With each step, the darkness intensified, enveloping him like a funereal shroud.

While wandering through the twisted corridors of that decadent dimension, Thomas began to realize he was not alone. Whispers echoed in the distance, distorted voices murmuring unintelligible words. Shadows moved swiftly, always on the prowl, as if aware of Thomas's intrusion into their domain.

The scientist felt an incomprehensible presence watching him. His eyes fixed on a distant figure, an amorphous shape that seemed to be the embodiment of darkness itself. Thomas shuddered, but his determination compelled him to press on.

As he approached the epicenter of the last dimension, reality around him disintegrated. Space folded, and the fundamental laws of physics were challenged. Thomas, however, couldn't retreat. A supernatural force pulled him into the unknown.

The shadowy figure that observed him now materialized before him. A creature without a defined form, composed of living and pulsating shadows. The voice echoed in Thomas's mind, whispering hidden truths and unspeakable revelations.

"The last dimension is the prison of nightmares, where the boundaries of knowledge dissolve. You defied the natural order, and now you are condemned to wander for all eternity in this twisted realm."

Thomas realized, too late, that his quest for truth had led him to a purposeless existence in the last dimension. The creature of shadows smiled in an indescribable manner as Thomas was consumed by the darkness surrounding him.

The laboratory, now deserted and silent, witnessed Thomas's disappearance. The rift in reality closed, leaving behind only the shadowy echo of the scientist's senseless quest for the last dimension.

The truth Thomas sought was far more terrible than he could have imagined. In the last dimension, there were no answers, only endless emptiness and eternal darkness. The price of his curiosity was the condemnation to an existence without purpose, lost in a realm where horror was the only constant.

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Eduarda Rodrigues

Hello, I am 20 years old. I really enjoy writing stories, poems, and giving advice!

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