Opening verse.
Emerald jewels stuck to the rotting ceiling, just another night lost in the wandering that introspection meant to Tristan, someone who could count his sleepless nights in a couple of years. Again and again he dug deep inside his subconscious, at least he tried, asking for self-redeption and some answer about himself. Tedious practice of monotonous and breathtaking results. Every answer, every conclusions seems to set three thousands carnivore ants inside Tristan's brain. Sweat escaped from every pore as he felt he is just another fox on a royal hunt.
Above him, the humidity stain flickered, and seemed to start growing, Tristan just sighed, trying to close his eyes with no luck. Forced to keep them open, he saw how the stain danced and took fractal shape. His fear was not produced by the stain (which he was actually admiring), but from the lack of control over his body. Again, the young man forced his body, but couldn't even move an inch, pulling very hard, he still kept trying, although he just saw how his body didn't react to his neural commands.
Death never crossed his mind for even a second, and kept pulling himself up. Tristan succeeded for a mere pair of centimeters but was immediately pinned down to his mattress again, but this time with a stronger force, which actually was hurting him... compressing his flesh, muscles and bones. He kept on trying, although his entire body was aching and the pain seemed to be infinite, he wouldn't let that stop him. Suddenly, there was this odd feeling on his skin, as if air was composed of microscopic hot needles that wouldn't dare to trespass the barrier of his skin, but keep on pushing. A hot breath he felt on the left side of his neck, it was actually mesmerizing, suggestive and arousing. The breathing just stopped to welcome a deep female voice saying "Let me be your guide, your tearing is tearing me apart. Trust me.".
Nothing else could be heard, nothing else could be seen, or even felt, except a white light intertwined with golden light beams that invaded Tristan's self.
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