And then he entered into a room full of darkness with a spot of light at the other end, he started moving towards it, but the way seems unending. He fell. Tried to get on his foot by pulling the drapes of his memories gushing out of him and spreading around his body, the drapes started to loosen, in those fading memoirs he saw some faces, he endeavored all the time, but they didn’t trace him this time, they were moving with the flow of the drapes getting unfold, they were with others, he screamed, nobody listened, something touched his palm while he was rescuing to faze in the darkness, deeds that he did were clenching his fist to regain his momentum and move forward, he wriggled, but turned out they were tangible and he stood up. He again started to move towards the light, but the floor appears to crack, he rushed, started running, heart pounding, he stopped to catch his breath, but he constantly failed to static himself with a popping floor turning into a dungeon, he started running again, the light appears to get closer by the moments passing. Somebody turned on the light, and the room was filled with a bright light that blinded him. But the floor was now a dungeon, he started drowning, but for the last time he screamed and something touched his palm..
