ENCLOSED IN A CUBE

Enclosed in a Cube

The walls are smooth and cold against my touch. Every surface is a flawless plane, reflecting the dim light which from an unseen source. There's no sound but the echo of my own panting. I falter more info forward, testing the edges of my prison. Is this a test? A punishment? Or something far more sinister? I peer the nothingness. There's no hint o

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