It's dark.
Where are you?
And why can't you see?
--
You remember why it's dark. You fell.
Fell, fell down.
Down deep into an abyss.
--
You think you've seen this place. Where was it again?
A book, yes. Which one? You've read so many...
Which is it...the Bible?
--
Your eyes won't open. You try, but with no luck.
So you bring up your hands, only to feel nothing.
No lids, no lashes, no eyes.
Where did your sight go?
--
The darkness is starting to lift.
It's brighter.
But why is it hot?
--
There's rock underneath you.
You can feel the tough texture of granite.
It's hotter than usual.
--
It's still somewhat dark. The skin lets in little light.
But where are your eyes?
Where is your sight?
Someone is touching your shoulder.
--
"It's been awhile, hasn't it?"
"Who...are you?"
"Who do you think...little bird?"
"!"
--
It's dark.
And it's hell.
But you just don't want to see it at all.