ARIA POINT OF VIEW

The dungeon had no sense of time.

Hours did not pass here, they dissolved. Morning and night existed only as faint shifts of light filtering through the narrow slit of a window carved high into the stone wall, far beyond my reach. Sometimes pale gold crept in, soft and distant. Other times only a cold gray glow lingered before fading back into darkness. The rest of existence was an endless stretch of quiet broken by the rhythmic drip of water somewhere deep within the walls, ...