Title: Senses
Words: 100
Character: Xerxes Break
He is frail as a vapor; a mannequin—or what he might as well be—is resting somewhere with the cool drizzle of an approaching rain falling upon his face, his hands. And yet, he cannot feel it. He cannot see the dark clouds billowing overhead, the wind shivering the trees; he cannot hear the thunder rumbling, the voices crying out his name, urging him to rise. He cannot taste the remains of his favorite treat, the sugar left on his tongue melting into ash.
He awakes to darkness, though the rest of his facilities still intact. He'll expect this.