Emiren stepped into the darkness, where everything seemed unreal and distorted. The shadows wrapping around the trees grew denser, and the air around him felt heavy, as if each breath took a part of his soul. The path before him was not straight—it twisted, rose, and bent as if it were a living creature feeling each of his steps.
Despite the mystery and danger looming, he felt it—this was his road. He was not just a traveler but a part of this garden, of this time. And even though he did not understand all the consequences of his actions, he could no longer turn back.
An unease lingered in his soul, an undeniable pull toward the heart of an ever-deepening darkness. It was as though an ancient presence stirred within the depths of his being, calling him toward something vast, something unknowable. He felt the weight of its gravity, the subtle tug of a destiny unfolding just beyond his reach, as if he stood on the precipice of an unfathomable abyss—one that whispered of untold truths and unimaginable transformations. The sensation was both a promise and a threat, urging him forward while filling him with an unshakable sense of foreboding. And yet, despite the gnawing doubts that clawed at his mind, he knew this truth with a clarity that cut through the shadows: he was not alone. Even in the void, there were others—silent, watchful, and perhaps waiting for him to make the first step.