Seth remained huddled in the darkness of his cell, his mind numb with fatigue and despair. Yet he could not ignore the faint glimmer of hope that had touched him the night before. This time, he refused to let the darkness engulf his spirit. The distant murmur he had perceived still echoed in his ears, like a call not to give up.
The hours dragged by with painful slowness, each second emphasizing Seth's immobility. The regular rustling of the guards' footsteps in the corridor, the clanking of chains, and the murmurs of other prisoners intertwined to create an oppressive symphony. Every sound reverberated in Seth's mind, reminding him of his captivity but also of his resolve not to be defeated.
