Desmond
Everywhere around me is dark, so dark that even with my enhanced vision, I can't see my hands in front of me.
Where am I?
What's this place?
'Thor? '
I don't get a reply am that worries me, my wolf may not talk much but he has always been there to allay my fears.
Then it hits me, I must be dreaming, but why would my dream consist of just darkness . . . gross darkness. . .
I decide to explore and try to find out where I am since I'm not hearing any sounds, I guess I may be in a room, the ground below my feet seems solid, I stretch my hands in front of me, beside me and behind me, but I don't feel anything.
I take a few steps forward, all the time keeping my hands in front of me so as not to run into a wall, but the farther I walk, the clearer my vision, first it turns from b
