WHERE AM I?
Jack's surroundings blurred into focus as he surveyed the room. The walls were pristine, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer in the artificial light. As he tentatively stepped forward, the cold sensation beneath his bare feet sent shivers down his spine. The air carried an eerie silence.
His memories were fragments, elusive, and disoriented. How did he end up in this peculiar situation? The last thing he recalled was a nothing and a fleeting sense of danger. A disconcerting revelation struck him – he had no recollection of how he had entered this bizarre white-gold chamber.
The lid of the coffin lay discarded beside him, and he hesitated for a moment, glancing back at it with a mix of disbelief and trepidation. The golden exterior hinted at a luxury that contradicted the grim purpose of such a vessel. A living person confined within a gilded coffin – it was beyond surreal.
