Tumbling around in the deep dark swift darkness that surrounded him he couldn't feel anything but the lonely emptiness that had surrounded him his whole life. The unwanted darkness developed his whole body, and he couldn't see whether it was his flesh or the dark clouded schadows, it all seemed to merge together and grew as his fear enveloped. He wanted to get out of this nightmare, he had it so many times before, the only thing that had been able to wake him up was the small little necklace around his neck. But as he tried to grasp around his neck, he found that even with his willpower to summon it in his dreams, it was gone. His mother, that was never there had left him alone, a thought that seemed to feed his fears and despair, and soon he was completely absorbed by shadows.<br/><br/>Somewhere he felt a soft surface underneath him, and the shadows left him as quickly as they had came. His dream wasn't over yet, normally at the point of being completely absorbed by his greatest fear, he would've woken up, bathing in his own sweat and crying of what he knew his nightmare had meant. But now he sat curled up with his chin on his knees, and he felt naked in the empty dark room. His silvergrey eyes mirroring what must seem like portals, and his ears hearing the faint sounds of voices.<br/><br/>Voices... He wasn't alone in here, yet he was to scared to look. Shaking and shivering in the cold that he had just left behind him he slowly looked at his own form. He was dressed in little then a dark black loincloth, something similar from the ancient times. He loved history, art-history above all, and he recognised the fall of the pleas and the softness of the cloth as one of the most traditional wares of the lovers of gods. Why was he dressed in this? He felt so naked once more, until the cold steel of his necklace began to glow from heat.<br/><br/>His necklace, his golden little hyacinth flower burned on his skin, and it made him gasp out of the sudden pain something so effeminate was causing him. As he looked down, the necklace was burned on his chest, completely vanished and now drawn in his flesh as some golden scar upon his pure white skin. He looked up with tears in his eyes, wondering if the voices had heard his scream, and crawled even more into his own legs, shivering of the fear this unknown place was giving him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>