You are in darkness. You open your gritted eyes but it makes little
difference - there is nothing but pitch blackness before you. You try
to move, but your arms are pinned to the cold stone wall behind you,
manacled by rusty iron shackles that dig into your skin. You bellow
out for assistance, but your calls are met only by the eternal silence.
Such is the way it has been for as long as you have known - there is
no reason to expect anything different today. You let your heavy
eyelids close and become dormant once more.
