'Infinite echoes of physical exhaled breath mirror this incomprehensible realm. It is beyond a Mortal's mind. Not many can make it here. Forgive my cliches, but it is not a place to be taken lightly.

It takes a state of...nothing.
You have to know. The dark things...of life. Of yourself. Channel your Void. Trap yourself. Until you see....nothing.
It is not to be taken literally. As it can be stressful to enter a place of mental knowledge than emotional experience.

My feeling. Is Cold.
My experience. Is Regret.
My passion. Is Loss...
My knowledge? Pain....

This is my Void.
This formula has made up this dark realm of sins and shadows. Nightmares that chase their tales. Unintelligible demonic figures that plot and cackle with evil.

I do not fear them. I know them.
Are they a part of me? Or simply the illusions of company to avoid insanity? I question much in this strange, but so familiar place.
I do not wish to understand it. And the less time I give it company, the better chance I strive of it's temptations...
Temptations of growing stronger and entering the mortal realm in which I exist.

My mind is the bridge. My body is the vessel.
I will not allow it to pass. For the fallen entities of their past lives hunger for another chance.
Do not listen to their intellectual riddles.
Their mournful songs. Or convincing tales.
For the momment you turn your eyes. You'll never look away. You may listen. If...you are strong.
But. Like they say. "Dance with your demons."
I refuse...
I refuse to accept such horrendous things about myself. No matter the sun, no matter the pain and terror I've caused. Because I will be redeemed. Not by power, or strong mortality.

Death. Is the only redemption. And I take it without fear.
And yes. It is getting Colder. But not as the Winter wind assault's with its merciless frost.
Or its howling songs.
I feel...something. Almost physical. But nothing here is real, only conceptions of moving and speaking things. Whether they are my projections or not. I must find out what...
Makes me this way. Being a Dark-type can withhold much mystery, pain, power, dread, deception, darkness....
To call the Void of feeling, or even a place 'dark'. Is a major understatement.

If you REALLY knew what the Dark was?
Not only would you never sleep at night. You would also know.
The banished beings who have fallen to terrible fates. Or commited unspeakable deeds. Are very real...
And suffer more as time goes on. Even when their soul is destroyed beyond a Husk. The God of Death makes their spirtually-crushed and soul-deprived beings useful. 'Living is pain'?

Try sympathizing a soul who has none. Their will becoming autonomous. Losing their constructive powers to think, speak or reason. If they even have a hint of it. Then Father bless them they hang on for the rest of eternity...
I'm transcending deeper.
It is darker than dark. My powers are leaving me defenseless. I...
I feel the Cold. Wrapping me with a chill.
I am a Warrior, and a King. I will not back down.
For I will slay Gods if I have too...

...
...but.........this.
I have truly stepped into uncharted territory.
Even myself. For being so indulged in this Godforsaken, forbidden realm...
I feel. Fear. For once.
Fear is a good thing. Fear keeps you alive.
Dear prevents you from making stupid choices...which is what I'm about to do....
But I must know. My spirit hungers...
I have made it past the territorial barrier of safety. Where the lesser-nightmares reside. And the more exotic...surreal. Minsboggling freaks roam.
These 'demons'. Are true suffering.
I do not know if they are devil-spawn. Past beings. Or more illusions. But I will call them illusions for the sake of my sanity.
I stepped forward. More...and more slowly.
I. I know something is here...
It wants to see me.

But...where is it? I look around aimlessly, albeit this is a place of no direction or light whatsoever.
After...3 more steps. If time and mathematical reasoning exists here...
I. Finally see something in the Void light.
A...........
Uxie. Eyeless....Grey. Hallow. Floating. Motionless.
I've never felt such dread before.
And the colder I felt, the more alone I was.
I know I was too far. Like a child wandering away from its Parents...or household.
But I am no child. I am not afraid of this husk of nothing- no. I shake my head and tighten my paws. And valiantly confront it.
What does it want...
I fear if I speak I will disrupt the eternal peace here.

It remained perfectly still. I wanted to know what It would do if I disturbed Its phase.
As I got near into touching range. My body froze. I was stuck...facial included...
It stopped me? Seems Its afraid. Or uncomfortable.
After a few seconds my mind was warped. I 'woke up' back in my dark state of location. The 'safe zone' if it could be called that. The original residential area of the nightmares.

I was hurting. It didn't have eyes, so my memory appears to be in full-condition.
My Brothers, my childhood.
What a strange creature. I was fearful because something as strong as that; something on the primordial scale.
One that has existed with the Creatio Trio and Arceus. Or...so our Library says so.
But plunged HERE?
As if I had seen it all..
I miss the thought of 'feeling' now.
I want to get out. Entering this place is like entering your own home. And locking yourself inside.

I know this place. But exiting, I'll have to get creative. Like a Window. Or another door.
A sit back down and try to think of a way to get back to my real-self. I...want to forget I saw soemthing so horrifying.
I'll never speak of that...sin-to-the-eyes image.

Ahhh...there it is.
I feel warm~.
Like. Someone is pulling my from the deepest, darkest ocean, back right to the surface.
An angel of Life has came to save me from my abysmal pits, and back to the real realm. Breathing new life and living again.
As the heavens light births it's warmth on my facial fur.
I am back to my mortal, feeling body.
I open my eyes. Breathe. Feel the dirt.
It's like I was born again...but my peace was shortlived. I needed to hurry...
I straightened myself up and got back on my feet. My goal required heightened haste.'

"Mount Mykur grows darker. And Stronger.
I will have to cut my rests short...
I hope my Brothers are okay..."
'I can worry about them later. If they show up. I will deal with them...'