Great.On to the next, even darker, even more expansive chapter.11

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# **CHAPTER 11 — *The Cathedral Without Stars***

*(full, long, novel version)*

The fall wasn't just a fall. It had no beginning or end—rather, it felt like your consciousness being dragged through layers of reality that no one should ever see. Time stretched like a rubber band until it ceased to exist, and space vibrated like the breath of a living thing that could hardly be called a place.

When your body finally touched the ground, you felt no pain.

You felt a **hardness** and **dampness**, as if you'd fallen onto cold stone slabs wet with the condensation of something that wasn't water. The smell was heavy—a mixture of age, dust, and something organic. You opened your eyes.

The light was… peculiar.

It didn't come from above or below.

It had no source. It hung in the air like mist.

You could see clearly, but there was no brightness.

It was something in between—a half-light that existed neither in shadow nor in light.

As your eyes adjusted, you saw vastness.

You were standing in a place that must have been *far* beneath the house. Yet it wasn't a corridor, not a basement, not a cave.

It was a **cathedral**.

But not one built by humans.

Its vaults reached so high that they disappeared into an endless grayness. The columns were as thick as the trunks of ancient trees, but they resembled bone more than stone—their surface had a smooth and disturbingly familiar texture, as if part of something that had once lived. The walls vibrated gently, as if breathing.

The organ pipes on one side were made of what looked like twisted ribs. The floor was made of slabs of white, shimmering material—not marble, not metal, but something that rustled beneath your feet like a shell.

You were in a place that didn't belong to the world.

A place where light was an intruder.

When you took a step, the sound echoed repeatedly, as if the cathedral had too much space within it, more than it should have. The echo only faded after a long moment, as if it had to travel through layers of emptiness.

Before you could take a second step, you saw… **movement**.

At the end of the main nave, where the altar would normally be, something flashed. Not with light—more with the absence of light. As if someone had cut out a fragment of reality, and beyond it was only bottomless blackness.

Outlines began to emerge from this blackness.

First, lines.

Then shapes.

And finally, forms.

They were shadows.

The same ones that had followed you from the beginning.

But now… they looked different.

They were **larger**, **denser**, more materialized. As if this place were their true home. They moved out of the darkness like sentinels—silent, watchful, slow.

Three of them stepped forward.

The fourth was missing.

The one who had sacrificed himself in the fight against the Devourer.

You felt the loss take its toll on them—their movements were heavier, less fluid, more… painful.

The shadows stopped before you.

They had no faces, but their concentration felt like a touch.

One of them raised an “arm” and pointed toward the altar.

From the blackness behind the altar, something began to emerge.

At first, it sounded like metal scraping against stone.

Then, like the breath of someone who had slept too long.

Until finally… you saw it.

**An eye.**

Not human.

Not animal.

An eye as large as a cathedral window, perfectly round, pale, as if made of milky porcelain. There was no pupil on its surface. It was a single white mass that pulsated like tissue.

It was something that shouldn't exist.

And yet it did.

The eye began to move—not like an eye on a globe, but like a separate entity. It rose slowly, detaching itself from the blackness behind the altar. Now you saw that it was part of something larger—something that still remained hidden.

The cathedral began to shake.

The columns trembled.

The floor pulsed faster.

The shadows receded, forming a circle around you.

And then you heard the first whisper.

Low.

Deep.

Coming from every direction at once.

— **You came… you came where the light dies…**

The voice didn't sound like a voice. It sounded like an *idea* about a voice.

— **You are alien… but not hostile…**

A second whisper.

This time from behind you.

— **You are a carrier… a carrier of something that isn't here…**

The cathedral dimmed.

The light around you seemed to lose itself in its own existence.

The Eye rose higher.

So close you could feel its coldness on your face.

And then—a third whisper.

The worst.

— **You will give us the light… or we will give you to the Devourer…**

The shadows around you shifted.

The Devourer of Light didn't descend here—it didn't reach this deep.

But they could have brought it here.

Then you realized you were standing in the place that was the **heart** of whatever hunted the light.

In the place where the decision will be made whether you will survive...

or be surrendered to the darkness.

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