Phoenix Whip
You don't know how much time has passed, hours days minutes. Locked in your own head you can't know anything.
Now your senses will be activated in a sequence. First the tact: Try your surroundings "
All the surface feels smooth and cold. The material is like a
wet glass shower screen.
You walk the outline of your prison which you think it is round and small; you wander around, feeling the limits of your cage. No eyes to see, almost no-touch, feeling a wet gel surrounding you like a halo. A bizarre fish in a round bowl.
Next step will be the smell "announces a recording.
Alcohol and formaldehyde everything that reaches your nose makes you remember a funeral home.
The computerized voice continues like a weary sermon going step by step.
Fine
"I am tired of this; just go to the point."
"As you wish ..."
Now your senses will be activated in a sequence. First the tact: Try your surroundings "
All the surface feels smooth and cold. The material is like a
wet glass shower screen.
You walk the outline of your prison which you think it is round and small; you wander around, feeling the limits of your cage. No eyes to see, almost no-touch, feeling a wet gel surrounding you like a halo. A bizarre fish in a round bowl.
Next step will be the smell "announces a recording.
Alcohol and formaldehyde everything that reaches your nose makes you remember a funeral home.
The computerized voice continues like a weary sermon going step by step.
Fine
"I am tired of this; just go to the point."
"As you wish ..."