I fear my life is in peril. Where I am or how I got here I have no recollection of, for my memory is fragmented and my mind scattered. I find it necessary to write down my thoughts for fear of losing them again. I don't know how many times I have drifted in and out of consciousness, or for how long I have been here. I see visions beyond this nightmare, visions of wood and carpet instead of stone and dirt, I hear rain.
The most blind-blowingly original CS I have come across thus far. The creator of this story is a very sick individual and must be fed to a grunt right away, hehe.
Thank you for messing with what sanity I had left, I loved it!