Revelation
[Decay] It is all that surrounds me, and even myself which continues to deteriorate as time passes ever on. Hour upon hour, though I have no means by which to count them, pass, and the stench of [Mildew] has long since become a constant to my senses. Reverberating echoes from the dripping [Water] are merely unconscious noises in my ears, the moans and cries of the tortured un-noticed. There is…