Wind shifted through the open window and tousled the golden sheer curtains throughout the sparking room. Light flooded into the large room, making the gilded walls and ivory floors shimmer brightly. Outside, a blue sky spread over an eternal garden of large and beautiful roses. Here, there was no pain, there was no hunger, there was no night. Only eternal youth and large empty house filled with golden plates and marble statues. It was a beautiful palace, but a hell nonetheless and there was no escape. Here, hours turned into days and days faded into weeks and it was impossible to keep track of time because the sun never set over the gilded palace. It was a very beautiful prison, but agonizing nonetheless.
It was impossible to fly away, the sky was made out of glass walls. There was no place to run, the captive would only circle around and return to the very place it tried to escape. No matter how hard they tried, they could not die, jumping off the roof, stabbing itself, it couldn't even try bleed itself out. Little by little the prisoner lost feeling, the ability to move, and could no longer breathe,their body seemed to be fading away and they began to forget who they used to be. It was impossible to count time here, and the sun was their only companion.
Long white hair sprawled across the white ivory floor and tall white figure sat in isolation next to the window unmoving. It had forgotten what they had done to deserve this decorated hell. They had forgotten a lot of things, like who did this to them, and what was like it outside the glass walls. Years had no meaning in this here, and this emptiness was eternal, until that day the sky split in two, taking everything else with it.
