The inability to move halts all progression forward. Days pass by, each progresivelly becoming more agonizing than the last. A will to fight has weakened, and the defense you once had has been brought down by the constant reminders of your failure. Mirrors surround you like an attacking army. As you are forced to stare into your own desolate and lifeless eyes your focus diminishes. A slight breath, stained with the stench of pain and anguish from the inside crawls from your lips.
