White noise surrounded him. Not the kind of noise that was used to lull babies to sleep, but a decibel level perfectly calculated for t*****e. He thought silence would be his comrade here, but it seemed Luiza had other plans. The noise was deafening, never easing for a moment as it screamed its incessant hushing.
His head hurt, he could feel his grasp on everything around him slipping. He was beyond exhausted. Phantoms danced in his vision, almost hidden across the endless landscape. Every time he thought he could slip into slumber, the noise altered slightly, just enough to keep him from growing accustomed to it.
As time passed on he began to talk, to hum, sing, scream, anything to create another sound, but it was always there, screaming in the background, hurting his ears, refusing to
