As he awoke, the eyes of The Antithetical were met with darkness and an overwhelming sense of weight. His lids felt heavy and frozen, as if they had been sealed shut for an eternity. But, as he willed them to open, the ice began to crack and his eyelids quivered as they slowly parted. The pain was intense, and he let out a moan as he struggled to lift his emaciated body, only to find that his bones seemed to be fused with the stone beneath him. His skin felt taut, as if it had become one with the very ground he lay upon. It was a disorienting and bewildering sensation, but he knew one thing for certain - he was alive.

It was a dreary and forbidding chamber, the walls rough and jagged. The only illumination came from flickering torches that cast eerie shadows upon the walls. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth, blood and the faint scent of burning coal. The ground was covered in a layer of dirt and grime, and the only sounds were distant echoes of pickaxes, hammers, and screams. As he surveyed his surroundings, his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness that enveloped him, and he recognized the heavy iron bar door that kept him locked within the chamber. Behind it was a large corridor, that looked like a mine hewn into a mountain. The corridor wove into the mountain like a snake so that he couldn’t see or fathom the end. Rotten wood, a broken stool and rats were the only things he shared the cell with. Hours passed without any sign of freedom, perhaps even days. Even more time passed. Heavy, sluggish footsteps and the faint ringing of a bell. The sound grew larger and larger. He stands in his cell, his eyes fixed on the door as he listened to the sound of heavy, sluggish footsteps growing louder and louder. He can hear the faint ringing of a bell, growing louder with each step. He knows that someone is approaching, and he feels a sense of dread wash over him. The sound of the footsteps echoes through the cell, filling his ears. The faint light of a torch flickers through the cracks in the door, casting a dim light on the Antithetical emaciated form. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest as he braces himself for the arrival. The door creaks as it is opened, and a towering figure in heavy robes, wielding a stone hammer and lantern, it’s blank black eyes fixed on the Antithetical , stands before him. The ringing of the bell fills the cell. The blank black eyes of the towering figure seem to peer into his very soul.

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