I was cascading down a pitless void. No thoughts. No emotions. Nothing. Just the ricocheting sound of my poor heart drumming against its confines. Every beat was eerily akin to the chilling cries of ghosts-particularly the ferocious kinds that slammed hopelessly against barricaded doors. Layers upon layers of opulent red curtains had embellished the entirety of the room, much like a lavish prison. Albeit rouge-tinted and lit, the room made me feel every bit of a churn up; the wispy candles lined against the red walls seemed to flirt with the smokey fragrance of sandalwood, appearing as flickering fireflies that cast a warm, mellow, yet dreadful glow. I shuddered a little - life had never seemed so bleak.