Wombra by Vomitriste

You awaken in the dark, unaware of your surroundings. The blackness is so absolute that you may in fact be blind, lost in the prison of your lightless skull. Your body aches from time spent oblivious upon the cold, wet stone flloor. Crawling, you reach the edge of the room and find a wall just as slick, icy, and unforgiving. Pawing in search of a corner, an edge, any boundary that would mark this space as anything but endless, you reach what must be a doorway. A fetid breeze wafts through the opening, yet you inch into the unknown hallway that leads off who knows where, still lost in the dark at the start of your doomed adventure in this cyclopean maze.

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