8.01.6.3.1-2
Added 2023-08-15 14:00:01 +0000 UTC6.3 Greeting
Even through the blindfold, there was
the sense of light. Up above him, a
feeling of warmth penetrating into
Graisingh’s chilled reality down in
this hole. He looked up. Chilled to the
bone. Hoping to sense some light.
Yearning to feel a glimmer of the hope
of warmth to warm his stiff body.
Was it a false hope? Was he indulging
in a fool’s self-deception? Was that a
sense of warmth he could feel? The
sun’s life-restoring powers drifting
down this hell-hole to warm his
spirits?
He’d been stuck in this delusion. Head
cast upwards. Eager to have it
confirmed. Eager to feel some warmth
to penetrate his chilled bones.
Something hopeful to lift his spirits.
He didn’t believe his life would end this
way. But at times the cold, the
isolation, the sense of being abandoned
by humankind had seeped itself into
his spirit.
He didn’t want to believe it. His
warrior spirit refused to accept it. But
maybe… just maybe he HAD been
buried alive. The cold.. hunger.. lack of
water.. the sides of this rock-wall
around his shivering torso pressed in.
Like being crushed alive.
