It's only forever, it's not long at all

The mist was so thick, so full, that it felt like a mother's warm embrace. With living walls all around, he could just as likely have been in the womb, curling up, making himself ready to go through pain to face the world. But he was not. Him curing up on the ground had as little to do with love as it had with the need to rest, as the voices from the past would not quiet themselves. He was halfway dreaming, while a warrior, a queen and a princess toyed with his feelings and making it hard to breathe. But at least he was alone - sheltered - invisible to the world, if only for a precious moment.

His breath was heavy when he opened his eyes, but they did not dart around the greenish surroundings as most would do to make sure they were safe. If some magnificent beast hid in here and suddenly decided to stomp him flat like a pancake, he would not fight. Hell, he wouldn't even care. What did it matter if he finally met his end in this godforsaken place? Would the Warrior care? The Queen? The Princess?

Possibly not.

They were most likely dead. Or fucking around somewhere.

He snorted when he finally decided to stop feeling sorry for himself. There was no time for it, honestly. And since he had not been killed by the Beast that supposedly lived here (in his head), he decided to take on that task himself as he got on his feet, slowly. Giving his body a firm, yet violent shake, he felt more awake than he had been in weeks. Well then.. If he was to take his new job seriously, then he should start to explore this misty shithole as soon as possible. He just had to decide on one thing first - where to piss.

@Zahra