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[ he recognizes this feeling, this cold mist that coils around his ankles as he slowly comes into awareness. situated on his feet & an arm's length away from the massive bars that extend much beyond the ceiling (if this place had a ceiling) & into the depths that stretched to his right & left.

it was like standing in spotlight in a sense; this little area with himself, the bars, him were the only place that his eyes could see with everywhere else enshrouded in a thick, gray fog.

& he watches, silent like the many other times. watching, being watched, waiting to wake up. ]