Adrian Nightshade
In the suffocating embrace of the cell, time became an elusive specter, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand lost in the vast expanse of an hourglass. Shadows whispered tales of the countless days that had dissolved into one another, leaving me adrift in the cold, unyielding embrace of loneliness.
The walls seemed to close in on me with each passing moment. The silence echoed with the haunting cadence of my own breath, a constant reminder of the isolation that gripped my soul. I reached out, and the darkness recoiled, a tangible void that swallowed my feeble attempts to escape.
How long had I been here?
Days turned into an indistinct blur, a continuum of anguish that stretched endlessly before me. In this desolate theater of despair, the only audience was t
