Four walls of rusted metal surround my soul, bound by a primal fear my mind can’t control. I find myself compelled to remain, encumbered by invisible weight. To the floor I collapse and wait. Illuminated on the walls, four twisted faces appear to me. North, south, east, and west, each one to represent the four personas within me. With open maw, a hideous spectacle unfolds. From the mouths of my own reflections, a crimson wave gushes forth. Blood quickly fills my cell, my fate becomes clear. The souls of the wicked are sent here. Is this how I am to die? I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know how to get out. Is this how I meet my end? I can’t tell you how I got here. The scarlet waves rise to my chest. I am forsaken. There’s no way I’m getting out of this one. In a sea of lifeblood I am immersed, when the bloody hand of asphyxiation reaches out to me. Abandoned by all others I accept his aid, I submit, and I sink! I submit, and downwards I drift, lower. In a sea of lifeblood I am immersed, when the bloody hand of asphyxiation reaches out to me. Abandoned by all others I accept his aid, and I sink! Cocooned within this ocean of gore I will find my eternal sleep, when the sensation of perspiration alights upon my brow. How could this be? Of all the impossibilities? Upon this realization, my eyes jerk open, and I’m greeted by the comfort of waking.