Daymares and nocturnal rambleings, I seem to remember being chained in darkness but know that memory is a construct. I am disturbed by my apparent lack of concern for my own future.
What super power would you want for your life?
I wish I could go otherplaces and not grind at this essay, but my lack of progress forces me to stay.
Who was that masked man? How did he manage to destroy at least two bodies with acid in less than a minute? Did he manage to escape through the flooded mine? These questions most likely will never be answered, but one thing is for certain. I now have a reason to get fit.