1-800-melondrop

...And suddenly, there was light. A light so white hot he could feel his skin blister and his blood boil. The feeble, sunken mass of flesh and bone slowly rolled over onto his stomach before pushing himself up off of the dank cobblestone floor of the desolate cathedral he was in. He checked his surroundings, his neck cracking with every degree of rotation. This place… It felt… Familiar. Searching the deepest recesses of his mind, he returned to reality sullenly after he realized he could not remember the name of this quiescent place. He did not know where he was anymore. He did not know who he was anymore. All he knew in this m