Curse
Third Person’s POV
In a dark colorless world with only imbedded twisting marks that goes on until nihility marring every inch of it, Regis floated in the center with his eyes closed like the source and lord of every corner of this mystic world.
The empty and numb feeling of the destruction and creation of his cells, flesh, bones, and skin ushered him in a coma state of otherworldliness seemingly belonging to a space and time only for his own fantasies.
Cold, pure chilling cold occupies the air of the colorless world like an indifferent proclamation of disdain to any being filled with warmth and the hot breath of life, a life without shackles, a life of freedom that will never be met inside such an unfeeling made up world.
This is Regis’ world inside his very being.
A world slo
