a candle,
floating, through the hallways. the flickering light, glows upon their faces, held captive, by frozen metal, cold, and alone, they sleep. the light moves on, casting shadows, telling stories upon the walls, at which they stare, as madness, seizes their minds. in dark, isolation. the flicker, moves, away.
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