Just how long had he been standing there? you don't know. You are not even sure if you know how long you have been in this place. All you can remember is darkness and the feel of the cold damp stone. The light from his lantern seems oddly sterile. There is none of the usual warm light that a flame would produce. You try to take a closer look at his face and once again you hear the question in a voice with no inflections,
"are you lost?"

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sometimes i think about posting things so much that i forget to actually post them.
this is a pencil sketch with digital color/shading