The Lens Of The Unseen

Chapter 02: When the Darkness Called My Name

It' s 2 am

I am still awaken,i just couldn't sleep barely i can realise what tge centinella 's elf told me

Is it real what i have seen was it a dream?

In a quite night when no one hear voices , it was too late to go back to sleep furthermore, i had to go to work at 07am so it was left about few hours before going out, so I decided not to sleep

A cold air , sniffing voice in the room, and suddenly a black hole appeard in the center of the room it was so big absorbing the energy, and I was hopless to escape, it was so powerful. It wasn’t what I expected at all.

The garden stretched endlessly, filled with blooming flowers of every kind. Soft light flickered in the air glow worms drifting like tiny stars all around me. In the distance stood an old house, worn by time yet strangely alive, as if it still held a soul. A small lamp glowed gently outside, casting a warm, quiet light.

As I stood there, gazing at it, something felt different. Not wrong, just unfamiliar, and then suddenly, it hit me. I wasn’t normal anymore. A strange energy ran through me, and in that moment, I realized I could lift off the ground, and  I could fly, like a spirit, free and weightless.

There a was a voice a woman s voice looks like familiar why can't i remember who it belongs to. A strange feeling, like i have lost some memories, and i barely can look over me

 Suddenly a little hamster appeared i front of me  colored with brown and some black spots on it

"Welcome welcome to our house dear soufiane. We were waiting for you to come all the family are inside the house come on! dont be afraid." The hamster turned, beckoning gently with a small gesture.

“Come,” it said, its voice softer now, yet filled with promise. “Do not be afraid. You are expected here.”

I went to the house to look for the family that the hamster told about it, and I’m so surprised where I am is it a dream, a reality, how could all of that exist? 

Few minutes i could barely reach the old house. In front of its door knocking!! Because the hamster entered in by a little hole. I was utterly terrified of the noise inside the house and it was so familiar

I just remembered that dream when my aunt told me no to look at it, The gene party. Suddenly all the noises stopped, and a sound of steps someone treated upon the door. I felt some power but  couldn’t see it,  tried to dodge the spirit as it swept past my eyes the moment the door creaked open on its own.

The house was swallowed in darkness, the faint light barely breathing against the walls. Shadows stretched unnaturally, alive in a way that made my chest tighten. I turned my head again and again, searching, but every corner felt like it was watching me first. Then I saw them. The doors! They had eyes, not carved, not painted real, shifting eyes, blinking slowly as if awakening from a long sleep. The wood twisted, pulsing, as though it had a heartbeat. They moved just slightly but enough to make reality feel like it was slipping away, and then, everything narrowed. Every eye in that house squinted at me at once, and I couldn’t move again, it’s a dream but no escape from it.

"Welcome! welcome! Anything to drink Soufiane!" a tall woman said, she was beautiful and splendid, I can see her pupils’ eyes are so big and darker than usual, she had a female voice but a little rough like a man’s one, so tall and her fingers as well.

“Who are you and where I am?" I asked and I was sweating from fear, a bad feeling inside me and my chest tighten.

Not with force, yet it reached deeper than any blow ever could. Her hand met the center of my chest, and though it barely touched my body, I felt it inside me as if something unseen had crossed the boundary of flesh and entered my very being. It wasn’t real, not entirely. A spirit’s touch cold, weightless, yet impossible to resist, and then I tried to move, but i couldn’t. My body refused me. No escape, no defense only stillness, as if time itself had tightened its grip around me, and then I saw her clearly. 

And in a voice that felt like it echoed both outside and within me, she whispered: “I will let you see and hear what you have never expected to witness before.”

 in that moment, I knew  something had chosen me.She led me along a winding path shaped by a plan too vast, too strange to fully grasp. I had always been a man of few words, a quiet observer of the world but never, not even in my most secret thoughts, did I imagine I would one day live a dream like this.

Shadows stretched endlessly around me, weaving through moments of fragile joy and silent sorrow. I felt swallowed by them, as though I had been claimed by the dark long before I understood its name.

Ahead stood a relic the Book of the Age Stone sealed beneath a sheath of glass, distant yet hauntingly near. Behind it lingered a figure  or perhaps the absence of one. No face, no features only a hollow veil of darkness staring back at me. It waited.

I tried to move closer. It should have been easy, Just a few steps, but my legs betrayed me, heavy as if bound by unseen chains. My breath tightened, my soul sinking under an invisible weight that pulled me deeper into the unknown.

“What is happening to me?” I whispered, my voice trembling between fear and disbelief.

“You cannot reach it not like this,” the woman said softly, and her gaze held mine, unwavering, almost knowing.

“You must face what you fear most. This path, this story it was written long ago. Written by you.” Her words struck deeper than any blade. Then, with a subtle motion, she turned her head toward the shadows beyond.

“Go,” she said, her voice now echoing with something ancient. “Enter that room.”

There were voices in the room, but I could hardly understand what they were saying. Because the ground was made of wood, the sounds of my footsteps started to be louder than theirs.

A man lay dead before them, his body torn open as they fed. Goblins. Their faces were twisted and grotesque, their skin stretched tight over sharp bones, and the stench rot and blood turned my stomach.

I stepped back, my breath catching, and glanced over my shoulder. The woman I had met only moments before stood there, smiling at me. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.