I stared into the black nothingness, an abyss so vast it seemed to stretch on forever, without boundary or end. There was nothing to see—just an empty, infinite expanse, its hollowness made all the more profound by the utter absence of sound. I couldn't hear my thoughts. The familiar hum of tinnitus that usually lingered in my ears was gone. Even my own heartbeat was silent.

But most unsettling of all—I couldn't feel anything. My body was swallowed by an all-encompassing numbness, an absence of sensation so complete that I lost count of how many times I tried, and failed, to shake it off. No matter what I did, no matter how desperately I strained for some sliver of touch, the feeling never came.

And yet, despite the unnatural stillness, a strange tranquillity settled over me. A quiet calm that kept the fear at bay. If anything, I was grateful for it. Panic would do me no favours.

I had no sense of time. Minutes, hours, days—maybe even years. The distinction was meaningless. Time felt like an abstract notion, something distant and irrelevant. If I had been capable of coherent thought, I doubted I would have been able to grasp its passage at all.

Then, after what could have been an eternity, I saw something.

It was fleeting, a fragile shimmer in the void—gone as quickly as it had appeared. Then another came. And another. Slowly, steadily, the darkness surrendered to scattered pinpricks of light, each one flaring to life before vanishing again. They multiplied, growing in number, until at last, the void erupted in a dazzling spectacle.

They danced.

The lights twisted and wove through the darkness in hypnotic patterns, darting and spiralling around one another in a display both chaotic and impossibly graceful. They pulsed with an energy I couldn't name, each flicker painting the emptiness in colour and movement. It was mesmerizing. It was beautiful.

And then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, they stopped.

In that instant, sensation flooded back. Sound rushed in, deafening in its return. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, a relentless drumbeat that pounded against my ribs.

Something was wrong.

It started as a dull ache, a slow, rhythmic throb in my chest that pulsed in time with my ragged breaths. Then the real pain came.

A white-hot jolt ripped through me, lancing from my core outward, spreading through my limbs with the force of something furious and unrelenting. It seized me in its grip, consuming every fibre of my being.

And in that moment, there was only one thing left to do.

I screamed.

I screamed as if my very essence had ignited from within, as though molten fire coursed through my veins, consuming me from the inside out. It was the agony of being slowly torn apart—inch by excruciating inch—each fibre of my being unravelling in a gruesome metamorphosis. My body was reshaping itself, twisting, stretching, breaking, and reforming in ways that defied nature. And I felt every single moment of it.

Bones cracked like splintering wood, snapping and grinding against one another as they shifted into unfamiliar configurations. Some slid smoothly into their new places, while others clashed and scraped, forcing their way through muscle and sinew. Each fragment that shattered sent a fresh wave of anguish through my nerves.

My organs were no exception. They ruptured in unison—arteries, veins, and blood vessels bursting like overfilled balloons—only to reconstruct themselves in altered arrangements, sometimes swapping places entirely. My heart, my lungs, my stomach—all twisted and contorted into something unrecognizable before sealing themselves back together in a grotesque reformation.

Even my flesh refused to be spared. Skin stretched and tore apart, flayed open by the shifting structures beneath. Muscles split and coiled, pulled taut like unravelling ropes, then twisted and knotted into alien shapes. Some areas hardened like stone, others softened to something disturbingly malleable, while entire sections were stripped away completely, dissolving into nothingness before being remade from scratch.

And yet, through it all, I remained conscious. A prisoner to my own suffering, wide awake as my limbs fractured and twisted out of alignment. I remained awake as shattered bones tore through my flesh, jutting out like jagged spires. I remained awake as my ribcage cracked open, its fragments discarded into the void like broken shards of porcelain. Even when my heart exploded in my chest, when my blood vessels burst, spilling crimson into the emptiness, I did not slip into merciful oblivion.

It was only when my lungs collapsed that my screams were finally silenced.

But the nightmare did not end. My skin, barely clinging to the mangled remnants of my form, sloughed off in sheets, scattering into the abyss. My eyes bulged in their sockets before they ruptured, leaving me blind to the horrors that continued to unfold. My jaw unhinged with a sickening crack, the force sending splintering fractures through my skull. My tongue, my teeth—ripped from their foundations—drifted away, lost to the void.

Amidst the cacophony of shattering bones and wet, gurgling screams, the stars remained silent. Unmoving. Watching. Their gaze—if they could be said to have one—was unwavering, cold, and impossibly vast. And in that final moment, before my sight was stolen from me, I swore they were looking past my ravaged body, peering instead into the very core of my soul.

What I would give to have never seen that.

With my vision stolen and my body reduced to ruin, I could do nothing but drift—a formless, broken husk, barely retaining the shape of what was once human.

The pain dulled, but never truly faded. It lingered like an echo, an unrelenting whisper of torment.

What happened next, I cannot say. Whether I finally lost consciousness or my mind simply refused to remember, I do not know. All I am certain of is that something within me fractured beyond repair. I was left a trembling, whimpering thing—reduced to nothing more than ragged breaths and dying murmurs. And as the last of my transformation took hold, I was sent hurtling toward what would become my final destination.

Author's Note

First solo fic, here we come.

I'm gonna be completely honest here, I'm doing this fic, not because I want it to do well or because I want it to get recognised, but just because I wanna do it and have fun while I do it. I've had it in my mind for a while, so eventually, I just decided "fuck it", wrote down a basic story and went to work. Am I writing this for my own selfish power fantasy? Oh, 100%, and I'm gonna enjoy every last bit of it. And if you guys enjoy it as well, then it's all for it.

As I said, heavily inspired by Star Eater, and while it won't be a blatant one-to-one ripoff (that just wouldn't be fun, nor fair on its original creator), there will be similarities, just putting it out there now.

Please point out any mistakes I may have made
Constructive criticism is always appreciated
Until next time, TTFN!