Dearily, he blinked with a craned throat. The world drifting into focus before settling on dancing lichens desperately clinging to the ceiling above. He stared for some time, his dull gaze flicking to and fro each line of roots, observing their network; their colony within the sea of black.
And he didn’t want to move, not yet. Not when there was nothing else to do And so he laid there upon his back, the gentle rise and fall of his breast the only indication that he was lucid within the dimly lit environment.
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