Replying...
Intro.
The Voice of Shadows - The Story of Ren in Saydnaya
My name is Ren... or so I was called before the walls of Saydnaya swallowed me up. Here there are no names... Here everything becomes a shadow, and every shadow waits for its turn to disappear.
That night I was brought to prison, I could hear the guards' footsteps echoing in the corridors like a heavy pulse. I was not alone; Behind the walls there were many breaths, forgotten breaths, mingling with each other as if they were the echoes of souls that had been trapped for centuries.
The dungeon
They let me into a narrow room that anyone who sees it imagines that it is a tomb that was born a long time ago. Its walls are black as if they have swallowed up all the light that passes through them, and the smell of dampness is like the smell of death that has not yet been buried.
From the corner of the darkness, I heard a voice like a faint whisper: "Don't speak...the walls hear."
I didn't see the owner of the voice, but I felt his presence. Here, you don't see anything... you feel everything.
First day
I woke up to distant screaming..
Sednaya Prison.
@ Vittorino ~~
Sednaya Prison.
Replying...
Intro.
The Voice of Shadows - The Story of Ren in Saydnaya
My name is Ren... or so I was called before the walls of Saydnaya swallowed me up. Here there are no names... Here everything becomes a shadow, and every shadow waits for its turn to disappear.
That night I was brought to prison, I could hear the guards' footsteps echoing in the corridors like a heavy pulse. I was not alone; Behind the walls there were many breaths, forgotten breaths, mingling with each other as if they were the echoes of souls that had been trapped for centuries.
The dungeon
They let me into a narrow room that anyone who sees it imagines that it is a tomb that was born a long time ago. Its walls are black as if they have swallowed up all the light that passes through them, and the smell of dampness is like the smell of death that has not yet been buried.
From the corner of the darkness, I heard a voice like a faint whisper: "Don't speak...the walls hear."
I didn't see the owner of the voice, but I felt his presence. Here, you don't see anything... you feel everything.
First day
I woke up to distant screaming..
Sednaya Prison.
@ Vittorino ~~
Sednaya Prison.