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For I crawl out of my hole of self imposed exile. The wind whispers sweet promises. Never has the sun seemed so tame, the sky so blue, or the grass so lush. The scent of freedom tinges the chains binding me and they begin to break; and my true self is re-found. The void opens above me a ray of sunlight falls upon the key to the lock. I cry for what has seemed endless is now coming to an end, for I am about to be lifted up into the warm heavens. Never again must I descend into that cold pit of despair, which once cloaked me. But, if ever I am lost again this shall leave hope and be my light against the dark.

Is this reality or is this a dream how can it be proven or can a difference be discerned at all. When night is reversed into day and time fed backwards in an endless river of silver stars, we begin to doubt. Then it comes to us we are here and they have forgotten us thrown us away and we stand but on the shadows edge of existence. The threshold yawns before us and bids us enter that crafty cloaking of despair with hope. The gaping doorway beckons a blackened hole, the Oubliette, they cast us here to forgot. We do not go easily for this is not in our nature, fight to survive to make it out to live and breathe one more gasping breath of freedom.

Oubliette

An intermediate-advanced rpg