Every night he was thrown into the depths of oblivion.

But over time, the world slowly creeped back into existence as the darkness gave birth to it.

At first came the brick. Old brick. Mottled with moss and algae and dark patches of what he suspected was blood. Scratched and Slashed with a thousand words of despair, pain, and sorrow.

The words were barely readable. Time had worn them down to barely anything and dust blanketed it like an old moth eaten quilt.

He did not need to brush the dust away. He already knew what they said.

Eco Freak. Abomination. Monster. And a thousand other names were etched into these stone cold halls.

After the words, came the doors. There were many of them. Big and Small. Wood and Steel. New and Old. But they all shared one thing in common.

The doors were gateways to horrible places. Horrible places that weren't empty. Things lived there.

Things that shrieked and screamed in his voice to be let out. The doors were padlocked shut and wrapped with chains. But every now and then, some nightmare would slink out and haunt him…

Only one room was quiet. Only one room was open. Barely a sound can be heard exept for a slight clink of metal. He avoided it.

Yet it beckoned to him. The open doorway was a gaping maw that said only one word.

"Enter."

Every night, he wandered this labyrinth and every night he would end up in the same place.

The lonely room that beckoned to him.

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One night, he entered.

Nothing was there.

Darkness.

Oblivion.

The smell of fear, death, piss, blood, rust, and iron.

Scents of the prison. His past home for two long agonizing years.

A light flickered. On. Off. On. Off. Throwing shadows on the mottled brick walls.

Something shifted in the corner.

Chains clanged. Clinked.

It restrained, bound, fettered something down.

The room wasn't as empty as he thought it was.

He looked. And.

Woke up.