Dorian’s pov.

As the darkness pulled me deeper, I felt my body fall away, and suddenly I was somewhere else.

A twisted landscape, surreal and shifting. Colors bled into each other, smearing the sky like oil on water. Trees loomed above me, their branches contorted like gnarled fingers grasping for something unseen. The ground pulsed beneath my feet, as though the realm itself were breathing. Fog swirled around my ankles—dense, alive, whispering unintelligible things. The air ...