Strokes of light entered the room through breaches in the barks nailed on the shattered windows by the tensed walls the waged dust on the blood furnished floor below my rusted feet. A rouge scent of wicked lingered like a mist, circling systematically; unnoticed. The latent sun no more existed, it was only fire that burnt; only fire that burned down the living. A soul; my soul tied to a black chair whose essence pierced through every living tissue of my late spirit. Hope surfed down; draining me to nothing. All that was starved for was that light; that door of hope to come front and give me power to deform back to form. Anything with a heartbeat never made it out of this forsaken misery and vice. Candles blown off, ladders drawn away and all was lost. Yet it wasn't the end; it was the beginning.
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eyElid
Mystery / ThrillerYou don't know who you are, what you are and even where you are. You can feel your body, your feelings and your surrounding. Everything keeps changing. Can you dare to survive, to know the TRUTH?
