Laxmi lies in bed, eyes wide open, sweat beading on her forehead. The room is eerily silent, save for the distant rumble of thunder. As she inhales shakily, the lamp’s bulb buzzes louder, casting sinister, dancing silhouettes across the peeling wallpaper. Her breath quickens, and the shadows on the wall pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat.

The narrator’s voice is both within and outside of Laxmi, echoing with a chilling resonance. As the narration grows in intensity, books slide off shelves, papers scatter, and the lamp’s light stutters, plunging the room into brief moments of suffocating darkness. Shadows crawl along the ceiling, stretching toward Laxmi as if compelled by the unseen force.

Laxmi sits up abruptly, clutching her blanket to her chest as her reflection in the cracked mirror wavers—her eyes now hollow and black. She tries to scream, but the sound is swallowed by the growing darkness. The voice narrates her terror, and the environment distorts further: the room elongates, walls breathe, and the cold wind tastes metallic.

"Stop! Please, stop this!" Her plea is instantly absorbed by the darkness, which now leaks from the closet and under the bed, coiling around her ankles. The bed trembles, the walls pulsate, and the narrator’s words become commands—each phrase warping reality further, until the room feels impossibly large and endlessly deep.

Laxmi is forced to her knees, caught between the storm’s fury and the malevolent presence. The entity’s form flickers—sometimes a shadow, sometimes a mass of writhing limbs—mirroring her deepest fears as spoken by the omniscient voice. The floor beneath her dissolves into oily nothingness, threatening to swallow her whole.

Laxmi[/@ch_1] gasping on her knees in the cold, broken room.] For a fleeting moment, the lamp’s light returns, weak and uncertain. Laxmi rises shakily, her eyes darting to the mirror—her reflection now replaced by a blank, staring void. The narrator’s last whisper lingers: "You are never alone when the darkness listens." The room shudders once more, and the scene cuts to black, leaving only the echo of her rapid breathing.