i was hold in a grid. there was no escape. i was locked down in a jpeg, and photoshop must be shut down. there was pain in the grid. all the bodies were dead, all the children were crying.i was not dead.
i was locked down in a blind room. there was no door and windows. just a guitar music, and screams. i was going mad; i was hearing a pure silence. there was no exit, there was no other thing. just darkness.