To Domison, the world seemed somehow larger and more muted. He could feel a familiarity with his surroundings, but nothing seemed tangible, more akin to a spectral construct than the real world. The cold bite of the shackles at his thin, childlike ankles and wrists was distant. The rough wood flooring under the soles of his feet was a far-away sensation. Yet even though he felt a detachment from the physical surrounding him, his heart still began to beat faster. He did not want to relive this nightmare again.
"And now, for our next item. This item was graciously granted to the Twilight Auction by one of our sponsors."
Domison didn't recognize the voice, or know exactly where the speaker was, but it didn't matter. He could feel the emotions of his childhood self start to seep into his own. The desolation of spirit he had felt standing upon this stage was suffocating. He hadn't felt like a human anymore, but a mere object.
