Today I woke alone in my private prison. I searched for a window—there was none. I searched for a door—there was none. And light? I had no light. Gradually, I grew accustomed to the vastness of silence.
My pulse thundered in my ears, the enigmatic cold seized me... I fainted.
Time passed. My beard grew long. I shed my certainties, I sank into my sorrow. I watched my body waste, I watched my soul convulse. I tried to wake. But this was not a dream.
When I woke, I was utterly alone, until my spirit forsook me, until my heartbeat ceased.
What happened here was torment— both of mind and flesh— and I surrendered to my frailty. I wept. I died.