Literature
In Dissaray
DISSARAY
While jolting his system out of the comfort zone, he woke up.
It certainly felt like a bucket of freezing water hitting your face, violating you out of your dreamland. He never liked this sort of awakening, as it always left a bitter aftertaste, something like finding a dead cat in your mouth. That aftertaste saturates your organism, poisoning the mood, greying up the colors and skewering the perception.
World didn't look awfully bright from the angle he occupied lying sprawled on a dirty battered carpet of his spacious double room. He didn't need to move much to apprehend his whole domain with centrepiece of coliseum of battling