When Cermin was enveloped inside the amber, he found himself waking up in the expanse of a dark cave.
He only knows he was in a cave because of the damp floor, the sound of water dripping from stalactites and echoing around him, and most importantly...
The complete lack of light and warmth.
He was shivering inside this cave, too weak to even move. All his energy was drained from struggling earlier.
His body felt like a heavy rock, and his heart was beating slowly like a turtle not interested to win the race. He was laying there flat on his stomach, and he had no sense of where his body parts were, even.
He just wanted to lay here forever and ever and ever.
And it did feel like he would be there forever. Every breath he took felt long and tedious, a hassle. Every passing second elongated into centuries.
As he laid there, he only thought of one person.
"Was this also what you felt when you were kept in maximum security prison, all by yourself?"
