Nature’s elements hold sway here, man a mere slave to them, his senses long gone
senseless.
Raghav cocks his ears against the dank walls but hears nothing. He extricates his hands from the folds of his back, towards what he believes is his face.
Nothingness stares back at him.
It was as if he were gone blind, his eyeballs mere black dots surrounded by blacker contours.
Something slithers around his feet. Cutting through the jaggedness and the overall dampness, he feels a slight sensation.
Something, he has no means of knowing what that could be, crawls its way up his ankles.
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