Tavros (2015-01-22 02:54:57)

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The pitch black cavern surrounding you means nothing. No. Not a thing. The constant dripping of icy liquid down the back of your tingly neck means nothing to you as well. Oh no. The faint, yet firm foot steps echo through your chamber. Step. Step. Step. This does not bother you one little bit. You sit firmly. Fixated on something in front of you in the darkness. Something. Something that isn't there.
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step
step
The cool substance now runs down your tence, tattered back. It causes a rather painful burning on your wounds. You do not flinch. You are very resilient. The cold begins to close in on you. You are not intimidated. You stare on at the murky nothingness. Not a sound to be made. At least, not by you.
step
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step
Whoever, or whatever, is closing in steadily. You are not deterred. You do not blink. Your eyes begin to itch. The cold around you begins to consume you. First, your fingers and toes. Then, your feet and hands. You cannot move them. You are not frightened. The drips on your spine become more rapid. The freezing water hurrying on the numbness in your body. Soon, no more of your limbs can be felt. Your lips, taut and numb, slowly form into a small smile. The steps have ceased and you hear a familiar voice. They call to you. You do not answer. The voice becomes more panicked. This bothers you not. As suddenly as they became rapid, the droplets cease to fall. The voice begins to fade. Your vision becomes cloudy. Cloudier and cloudier. You are feel drowsy. Feel the drowsiness call to you. You fall into a deep sleep. Deeper than you've ever experienced. This sleep is eternal. You are dead.

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