Dirt everywhere. No place to walk, no place to stand properly. A cold and ruthless floor not very suitable for bare feet. One provisional bed, if it may call itself a bed, consisting only of hay and clay. The lack of comfort is evident, nevertheless, the cell is free of any charge; omitting the liberty.
The moonlight, preventing total darkness, reflecting itself upon a pool resting in the middle, illuminating the whole cell with magical white, blue, and grey colours, maintaining an illusion of something wonderful surrounded. The breeze is gently blowing away any dreams, taking them elsewhere, adding to its own chill factor by itself, forbidding uninterrupted sleep, thus allowing the concentration upon nature’s wonders.
Everything begins to fade after a while…
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The ceiling full of dust and webs, same for the walls with no exceptions. The state at its best; a place, where there is no rest, marked with engravings and scratches.
Small drops along the Northern and Eastern wall, the floor soaked with water creating a pool in the middle of the cell. One lesser window cut into irregular eight inched thick stone bricks with three iron bars apart of themselves, enough to fit an arm of a man, but not wide enough for his head.
The gust-wind, composing the only melody while flying through the draught, searching for its own freedom upon realizing where did it trespass. A dawn; the sun, the only regular visitor of this place, greets the drops with its beams and vaporizes them. The pool remains intact, even if the sun strokes its surface; it is too sizeable to vanish.
Fire always left ashes where it burned.
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