As
he sits in that grey dark cold room, shivering and panting, he looks
around for signs to be seen, heard, or even just a glimpse of time
himself on the floor; the floor, harder than rock and colder than ice
more blue than his parched lips nearly lifeless without warmth. The
cold chill of the blue brisk air sucking the red energy from his skin
to his bones. He
could not think or feel, just mindless thoughts prancing around in
his head. His head, he almost forgot about the chains; hands feet
neck all chained to steel colder than the void of which he dwells.
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