Home was amongst the stars

cum se simte cand mă trezesc și am mai puține simptome decât normal

chaoticneutralcunt

următoarea zii după ce m-am efortat prea mult pentru că m-am simțit mai bine o dată

Anywho, this segment is near identical to how it was written in 2022, I just changed a few wordings that sounded odd to me, so now it's ready to be witnessed by people.

The first thing he registered upon gaining consciousness was the feeling of his brain being squished and molded, and then set ablaze. The fire spread down across his face, all the way down to his neck. Oh god, his neck was the worst. It felt like there was a ring of fire woven tightly into his skin, stealing his breath, ripping him from his body. Did he even have a body? He doubted it, because he couldn't feel any of it. This fire refuses to spread past his neck, attacking the most vital part of him instead, smothering his very self to ash. 

The place he was in was pitch black; not even a small ray of light, a blink, a twinkle, anything to bring him hope of being freed from this horrid pain. Was he dead? Or was this some inhumane form of torture? Was this a horrific hell? His mouth released a small whimper that left his vocal chords to sizzle in a cry for help. He could feel molten lava pooling in his eyes, or mayhaps they were just tears; tears that were formed with the embers of a burning inferno. He reached over to rub the stinging away, which confirmed he at least had two arms and hands that seemed to work fine. This made the burning worse, but also helped him feel the wrinkled skin that was in place of where his eyes should be.

Oh, his eyes were shut, trying to block away the fiery hell. He peeked them open slowly, blinking rapidly to adjust his eyes to the natural light around him. The lava that had been brewing underneath the cover of his eyelids started leaking and dripping down his cheeks, making it sting like a million blood-sucking fire leeches were on his face instead. He quickly reached out with the back of his hand to wipe them away, but pulled away just as quickly when the skin on his cheeks felt as if it was pulling and peeling even when his touch was feather light. His breath was laboured and quick, his lungs panicking with the burning sensation that reared from his head. Hey, at least he knew he had lungs, which probably meant he had a torso too. And the rest of his body. 

HBO's House of the Dragon (United States, 2022) Season Three, Episode Four & Five

Gayle Rankin as Alys Rivers

Tv Show "The House of The Dragon"

S01 E08

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