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Temperatures rised high up, flakes of skin crisping around me. I lie in darkness, surrounded by the pit of skeletons and freed souls. Sparks of fire crackled beneath my legs and spine effortlessly. I was in the more-realistic version of hell. And it hurt.

It hurt my heart to hear and feel screaming yet I couldn't see the pain, which hadn't really made things better or worse. It did not hurt to feel fire which I did not understand. I felt it but it was- it was ice cold. I knew it was fire, but it hadn't felt the part. I wished I could see. I didn't die from the fall, but my sight was lost.

I want to die. I want to see. All these things were killing me.

I spun around to nothing, exactly- wishing to get a glance of the state I'm in. My eyes couldn't see.
                           
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Struggling to move among the bones off the ground, I led my sightless mind to an endless forward. My neck felt dirty, and each time I reached to feel it, pieces of something would flake off. My hands had done the same to eachother. I kept walking, barely getting anywhere without stumbling, in this pit. I was blinded, but I knew what was around me.