Literature
A Taste Of Poison: Prologue ACT 2
Darkness.
Nothing could hide the fact that there was complete serenity and silence, filling and consuming the dark void I was trapped in. A sea of murkiness and solitary surrounded my limp and numb entity, but somehow I could find myself to stand in the emptiness.
Is this heaven?
Hell?
Purgatory?
Either way, my mind had somehow shut down and trapped me here, inside my own blank consciousness. I was lost. But suddenly, the setting changed, and I was sitting in a stiff, cold wooden chair. The craftsmanship was unique, but rough. It still held my narrow figure though.
I wore a dark violet, silky dress that reached the black marble flo
