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You wake up.
It is dark.
The exaustion is overwhelming.
And you fall back asleep
You awaken again.
You don't know how long it has been.
You are still tired, but you slowly open your eyes. It is still dark, like there's no light at all.
You try to stand, or move at all, but something holds you down.
It presses into you and you cannot move no matter how hard you struggle.
You are trapped.
And you are exausted.
And your mind falls into darkness again.
You open your eyes again. It is still dark, but finally the exaustion has finnially faded, lessened.
You do not know how many times you have awakened only to fade again.
You don't want to let it happen again.
Something still holds you down when you try to move, but you don't give in this time. This time you finally have the energy to fight.
You keep trying to rise, pushing against the bindings with all your might, even as they push back to a near painful degree.
You feel them begin to stretch, and tear.
And then break.
You can finally stand.
You are still in a strange, dark place, but you can finally move.
The place you are in is cramped, its surfaces cold and rough under your claws, the you head brushing the ceiling as you stand. Walls press in on all sides. Except behind you, maybe? It is still hard to tell.
You begin to turn, the processes slow and difficult. The cramped walls get in the way and scratch at your sides and face as you move.
You reach out infront of yourself, when you have finally turned, to find nothing there, except the ground. No wall to block your path.
You take a tentative step forward into the darkness.
And when nothing happens, you take another. And another.
The space seems to widen, as you walk. The ceiling pulls away your head and the walls stop scratching your sides.
It feels like you are walking upward.
You keep walking for what feels like a long time. But you have no way to tell how long it has been, nothing changing in the inky black around you.
You keep walking.
Just how deep down were you?
Finally, the incline of the ground seems to even out.
You walk forward just a bit more to find... another wall.
But as you brush against it it feels much smoother than the rest. And less solid.
You push against it. It seems to pres back, just like the bindings holding you down before.
You keep pushing. And just like before, you can feel it being to buckle.
You keep pushing. You can feel exaustion starting to creep in again.
But you can't fade again. You don't kniw how long you have been here but you know it has been so long and you want to badly to see anything and feel something other than the cold, rough, dead surfaces surrounding you.
You keep pushing. It begins to hurt. Everything burns.
But you keep pushing. And the wall buckles further.
And then it breaks. And you fall forward through it.