In a place where sound does not exist, there is a place where no one ever goes.
In this place there is a castle made of stone that once helds kings and now stands forgotten less the souls who once dwelled upon its halls.
There is a room closed cept for a crack the door makes before shutting out the world, in this room there is a man.
This man is held here by his sins, guarding him from paradise elsewhere in the world.
He does not age, his sins imprison him until the moment their debt is finally paid and he is destined to be free.
His thoughts wander, cursed with never dissapating sanity he is aware of every moment in his hell, and recollects his past so devishly done.
unmoving he lays there staring into the abyss where sunlight never travels, each second darkening his chamber and his hope for freedom from this hell he knows so well.
Time passes slowly, slower for one with nothing to lose. He waits. surely death will be his freedom? closing his eyes he lays unmoving, thinking of evil times past, wishing for death to release him from this world a faint smile on his lips, the first in a long time.
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