Through the Eye of Eternity

Lily walks off with odd movement, leaving him standing there, alone in the room. He's confused and unsettled. Why did she leave so suddenly, and so weirdly? It feels off, unnatural. It seemed too robotic.

He hears crackling noises behind him, coming nearer and nearer. His heart races, his muscles tense. He keeps still, not moving, hoping this isn't something bad again.

The crackling noises stop, and the floor starts to crystallize fast. A chill runs through him, curiosity mixed with dread. With no time to react, the whole room gets engulfed with small, shining white crystals. It's oddly pleasing to look at, almost peaceful.

However, as he takes a step forward, he goes through, like falling through ice, but this time into darkness. Panic strikes, his pulse increases. The light from the now crystallized room starts to fade, and yet again, he's surrounded by nothingness.

By the time he can react properly, he crashes down into shallow water. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt, but he is very disoriented, dazed and confused. He continues to lay in the shallow water as he tries to gather his thoughts.

"What the hell is happening?" he mumbles, getting annoyed by these scenarios. Frustration creeps in, making him even more tense. "I swear, if I see an eye or anything like that again..."

He sits up and looks at the surroundings. He's still in some void, but this time with distant stars, nebulas, and different types of colours. It's beautiful yet strange. It's like the night sky when the sun is about to rise, but with even more interesting elements.

"Where is this?.. Seems rather nice this time..." he tells himself with some awe at this new environment. He's relieved but cautious.

His clothes seem to be wet, but also not? He feels completely dry even though his clothes looks soaking wet. It feels wrong. This place is another place where nothing makes sense again.

Looking down into the water again, he kneels down and puts his right hand under. The water is like normal ocean water, but cold and shallow. His wrist is barely submerged in the water, his hand already touching the bottom.

The ground is super smooth.. no cracks, no imperfections, no nothing. Just like a very smooth floor. "Have I gotten lucky this time around?" he asks himself, hoping he isn't in some hellhole again. Doubt lingers, weighing on him. "I should probably get moving..."

He gets up and starts walking forward while looking around, maybe he'll see something out of place. If that's even a word for a place like this.

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Moments pass. With a sense of time being non-existent in this place, he could've walked for minutes, hours, days, or even weeks, maybe even just a few seconds. Time feels irrelevant, like it's all suspended.

He keeps looking around and finally, he sees something, and it's getting larger and larger. The sense of depth seems to have been altered in this place, but he sees this thing coming towards him, fast. However, he's unsure how far away it really is.

"Shit... there's nowhere to go..." he says, knowing he couldn't outrun it. Fear rises, tightening in his chest.

He watches it come towards him, and it flies past in an instant. The thing looked solid, a pillar of some sort, an object.

As his sight follows the large object flying into the distance at high speeds, he feels something else behind him, a very uncomfortable feeling. The air grows heavy, an instinctual dread creeping up his spine. The starlit sky above becomes foggier for each passing moment, and a cold shiver runs through his body as he turns around slowly.

His eyes widen, and he quickly jumps out of the way. A gigantic, dark, misty hand storms past, its long arm emerging from the fog above, stretching out like its trying to reach for something under deep, cloudy water.

The hand felt wrong... vast and unknowable. A sense of being small and insignificant. The air thickened around him, a deep chill settling in his bones. Its presence was overwhelming, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to look away. The hand moved with a strange slowness, like it was deliberate, like it knew it had time to spare.

The gigantic hand grabbed the flying object in the distance, stopping it, frozen in place. The hand didn't move, only the dark mist rained down.

However it didn't take long until the hand quickly disappeared into the fog above with the object in its grip.

"Wha- I?.." he is completely speechless from what he saw, unable to form a single sentence. He's stunned, overwhelmed by the sheer strangeness.. sheer power. This was something completely different from before. Another gigantic hand? But this was different... it was dark... and misty... yet it was very defined... Clearly a hand...

A noise came from the fog above, getting louder and louder, like a cannonball. Something is coming down fast, but where?

He keeps staring up, and suddenly the same object comes flying down through the fog, with the same hand gripping it tightly.

Before he could react, the object crashes down into the shallow water. Creating a shockwave and intense winds, knocking him off his feet, getting thrown back a short distance.

The hand continued to push the object deeper down, ending it with a slam on top before disappearing into the fog above. The fog quickly disappears after and the starlit sky is back.

"What is that thing?" he asks himself, as he stands up, looking towards the object in the distance, standing tall and sturdy and deep into the ground. He's intrigued, a mix of wonder and apprehension.

He walks towards the object. It's bluish-grey, smooth looking, and shiny with small crystals on some of the edges. This was something completely new. It draws him in, like a sense of purpose rising within him.

When he got closer, it felt like the object was calling him, as though it was pulling him forward. A quiet, magnetic pull that he couldn't resist. He feels the connection deepen, felt it in his chest, a strange certainty, like it was meant for him. His feet moved before his brain caught up, drawn by the silent force.

He falls into it, not rejecting the feeling, he lets it take over him. He reaches his hand out as he nearly touches it.

"Woow... so... beautiful... I... need..." His hand only a few centimetres apart. His heart pounds, anticipation building. His eyes sparkling as he looks at it, the distance closing between him and the object. A series of electric arcs hummed, and danced across his palm as he closed the gap, each pulse urging him onward, drawing him in.

His thoughts disappear, and all he can focus on is touching this object... this... monolith.

The moment his palm makes contact with the smooth, cold surface, his vision and mind get completely overwhelmed by a bright shining white light. His body feels like it's getting completely sucked in as his mind enters the new environment.

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A faint deep, unknown voice comes through, "There you are... welcome... Eon."