{"id":1673,"date":"2023-07-05T07:47:13","date_gmt":"2023-07-05T07:47:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/?p=1673"},"modified":"2023-07-05T07:47:19","modified_gmt":"2023-07-05T07:47:19","slug":"a-prisoner-in-the-land-of-silence-and-darkness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/a-prisoner-in-the-land-of-silence-and-darkness\/1673\/","title":{"rendered":"A Prisoner in the Land of Silence and Darkness"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/A-Prisoner-in-the-Land-of-Silence-and-Darkness.jpeg\" alt=\"An immortal king trapped\" class=\"wp-image-1674\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/A-Prisoner-in-the-Land-of-Silence-and-Darkness.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/A-Prisoner-in-the-Land-of-Silence-and-Darkness.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/A-Prisoner-in-the-Land-of-Silence-and-Darkness.jpeg 150w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/A-Prisoner-in-the-Land-of-Silence-and-Darkness.jpeg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 750px) 100vw, 750px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Unable to move, unable to die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He couldn\u2019t see, hear, feel, smell or taste.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This was isolation in its purest form. Loneliness inescapable. No rescue, no relief, no companionship, no comfort, and no end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>How long had he been there? A million years, merely a week? Another agony was that in his sightless, soundless state, he could not even measure time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He would never again know fresh air, a good meal or the touch of a warm hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">*<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMake me immortal,\u201d he yelled at the Djinn, and it granted his wish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He gleefully drank down every poison, feeling no ill effects. He had his armed guards charge at him, and even the sharpest blade never pierced his skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p>His enemies could do no harm. He would outlive them all and his reign could stand for a millennium, maybe even an eternity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Alas this wasn\u2019t destined to be. In little more than a year, the rebel Shahriyar rose and seized the throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He soon stood before this usurper king when the executioners failed to end his life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cImmortal?\u201d the pragmatic Shahriyar pondered \u201cNever touched by violence, disease, or age? Oh, that is unlucky, for death can be a merciful exit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And in those brown eyes, a glint of sadism flickered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">*<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They took him by ship to the middle of the ocean where he was placed into a barrel and the barrel was filled with a grey sludge that soon hardened. He was struck by the panic of enclosure, the agony of suffocation and the primal urge to break free but he knew he couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He felt the barrel sink to the bottom of the sea and knew this was to be his resting place for a very long time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019ll never escape\u201d Shahriyar had said \u201cno one can rescue you. And really why would they? You were never loved, only feared.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So, he lay in his prison, with the weight of a million gallons crushing down upon him. Would the creatures of the sea eat away at the wood, would the waters erode the cement?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His body was wrenched in agony. Itchy, dizzy, and hot. Relief was unattainable. But as time passed, he forgot he even was a body, as the utter hopelessness broke his soul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He was now nothing but a mind that could never escape itself, a prisoner in the land of silence and darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This was the rest of his life. And it would never end.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He was now nothing but a mind that could never escape itself, a prisoner in the land of silence and darkness.<\/p>\n<p>This was the rest of his life. 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