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Time no longer had any meaning. Days, weeks, perhaps even months might have passed, there really was no way to tell.

Ever since that day, the day when the world had ended, he had been here, within this darkness. Where, he didn’t know, and he had stopped caring. It was quite ironic… in the past, his questions had been without end, his curiosity and his thirst for knowledge had been what fueled him, it was what he had lived for.

But no more.

He was old and tired, so very, very tired from all these years of struggling, ultimately meaningless. There was only one thing that mattered now, one other existence that would at times appear to break away the darkness and maddening silence with its presence. And now was such a time.

NSFW, light bondage, mind break, general terribleness:

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