"While others fear the grave, I fear the dawn. Because for me, death is never an end-it is only a brutal, agonizing pause."

I was born with a silent certainty that I cannot perish. I survive every fatal blow, only to endure the horrific, raw pain of my flesh violently weaving itself back together.

Terrified of outliving everyone I love, of becoming an eternal widower in a world that constantly decays, I retreated into absolute isolation. I locked the doors against time, hoping the silence would grant me peace.

But the void breeds its own horrors. Now, in the dark corners of my self-imposed prison, something is watching me. A faceless entity, shrouded in shadows, playing a haunting melody on an Oud. It doesn't speak, but its presence carries a heavy dread I can no longer ignore.

Am I cursed to simply be the world's eternal witness, or is there a devastating price for this immortality I have yet to pay?