Eldar's POV:
There is no light in the room except the low glow from the stasis chamber. I'm the only one in the room except for her, and she lays unresponsive underneath the glass. The only sign of life is her chest rising slowly for each breath. I don't move. Just sit silent, watching her.
How did it come to this, Celeste?
I feel tired. I don't know how long I've been sitting here, watching. I think I haven't slept for days. It's hard to tell. I don't know how many times slaves have brought me food and left with it untouched. My muscles are straining from being in the same position for too long, but I can't be bothered with stretching. It doesn't matter anyway.
I thought being stuck in a world void of magic for 20 years would be the hardest thing I've ever done, but clearly, I'm wrong
