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Underground And Trapped
Time loses meaning.
Waking, sleeping, dreaming.
Going mad.
There is nothing in this place.
No other people.
No light.
Just thoughts.
Tapping water.
A prison.
Mad, mad, mad.
Imaginary figures form in the murkiness.
Sewer rats.
They loom, getting bigger and bigger.
Rats peering back, changing form.
Oh no!
A man in a balaclava.
Hiding, watching.
A fire.
The fire from years before.
No, not this!
Smoke settling like a fog.
Light glowing.
Orange. Angry. Alive.
Thick smoke.
An orchestra of fire.
Killing flames.
Waking, sleeping, dreaming.
Going mad.
There is nothing in this place.
No other people.
No light.
Just thoughts.
Tapping water.
A prison.
Mad, mad, mad.
Imaginary figures form in the murkiness.
Sewer rats.
They loom, getting bigger and bigger.
Rats peering back, changing form.
Oh no!
A man in a balaclava.
Hiding, watching.
A fire.
The fire from years before.
No, not this!
Smoke settling like a fog.
Light glowing.
Orange. Angry. Alive.
Thick smoke.
An orchestra of fire.
Killing flames.
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