3rd Person
Pride is often a mask.
Adi POV
Darkness.
Cold.
Frigid, glacial cold, plaguing every nerve on my skin.
Unsealing my eyelids was a difficult, delicate task, as the subzero temperatures had frozen them shut.
Nonetheless, I did successfully open my eyes... eventually.
I quickly sat up, taking in my surroundings.
I was alone.
Furthermore, I seemed to be incarcerated.
Dull-gray metal walls imprisoned me on all sides, complete with a ceiling and floor of the same material.
Yet, my enclosure was anything but cramped. Rather, it was nearly boundless.
Curious to investigate my predicament, as well as curious as to how I'd gotten here, I began to wander along one of the walls.
All throughout my aimless odyssey, the cold hung over me.
Originally, it had stung. It was initially painful, sharp to the senses.
Yet, it gradually numbed my senses, both physical and mental, until I felt nothing.
The cold tempered my wild emotions, purifying my state of mind.
It was familiar... safe.
Suddenly, I discovered an armored door ingrained in the wall.
After unbolting the heavy gate, I escaped my confinement...
Or so I thought.
Once I was on the other side, I found myself staring at another wall.
I wandered along this next wall for a time, executing the same process as done prior.
Eventually, I discovered another door...
And another wall on the other side.
Again and again, the cycle repeated.
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