WITHIN A CUBE

Within a Cube

The walls are smooth and cold against my touch. Every surface is a flawless plane, reflecting the dim light which from an unseen source. There's no sound but the echo of my own sighs. I stumble forward, testing the edges of my prison. Is this a test? A punishment? Or something far more sinister? I observe the void. There's no hint of an exit, no s

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