I cannot tell you for how long I sat on the cold stone floor; there were no windows nor cracks through which any daylight could be seen, nor did I hear or see anybody visit. I tried to wait in order to perceive some sort of routine yet despite myself I would fall asleep; upon wakening I would crawl about looking for food and find a bottle of fluid, some sort of salted broth, but I never heard nor saw sign of who might have put it there. I do not know for how long I slept, though I slept fitfully and it seemed to me that I woke often. There was no sound and no smell save the bottle of broth which I put eagerly to my lips each time I found it full.
All at once the blackness became a blinding white; instinctively I shielded my eyes with one of my arms and dragged myself over to one of the walls. For the first time in memory, I felt the air move around me, felt a breeze caress my skin. As my eyes became a little more accustomed to the incandescence, I lowered my arm and saw a portal in which stood a robed figure, holding a staff in one hand. I heard a deep and ancient voice call out “Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher”.
Slowly I crawled on my hands and knees towards the light, but reaching the portal I felt my skin burn and I shrank away again, hissing through my two remaining teeth.
Waiting in darkness
Invited into the light
Damned to solitude