Frustratedly I pace up and down stairs and check doors, yet this place has an emptiness about it now. I feel alone and every door just opens to deserts and other mundane places with no soul in sight. I feel abandoned and it seems as though I am meant to know that I am now in a barren nightmare.

I have to figure out what this meant – the dark somehow tricked us into being syphoned into the dark tower.

After having spent some torturing hours trying to find out what is happening I predict that each of us are in our own worst nightmare world of sorts.
Some kind of delusion where we are separate from one another or something – it must be.

Maybe we have all been plunged into our own abyss?

Be that as it may, I have to find my way back or out.

I guess Ill test my theory with all of these doors and corridors, for I don’t know how long. I wonder what there is to learn or fight.

I had in mind a giant battle where we take on the forces of evil head on like the battle under water. It seems we outmatched them and there was no other way but to low-ball us.
I think they got what they wanted – sacrificing and biding time so that our projection chakra would be corrupted and plunge us into this lonely place with no end in sight and no more hope.
Despair overcomes me as my world of being so connected to everyone, while living in such a peaceful world that just functions properly is now aeons away from me.

How will I get back? I feel foiled! The rug was pulled out from under me and I feel as though I live in an overwhelmed chaos now.

What is Leeza going through and what else did this transformation do to her? Will we find one another again?

All I want to do is get back! This is terrible!

Freaking out for a couple of hours, I get demoralised and get the notion of not having any power anymore. All my skills are useless and I think there is no way out of this maze any time soon.
I’ll journey up the spiralling stairs until I find a room that will let me sleep somewhat comfortably in and return to it until my head does not feel as though it is spinning.

Days (I think) pass with restless sleep in corners of corridors or on stone benches strewn in corridors. The loneliness makes me panic and the powerlessness makes me mad. If I had any weapons I would break things so that I can let some frustration out!

Every door I try just leads into these empty rooms with spider webs everywhere, or broken furniture, dark woods where I pick berries and eat fruits that often taste nearly horrible, just to stay alive. At least I don’t have to eat all too much, due to some training I had, yet when the tummy is growling and it adds to my inner ferocity at self-destruction I really need to find things that calm me down.

I could even go barbaric and go hunting – this place is changing me into what I dread!

Carnal urges need to be stemmed and I finally find a couch in yet another dark room that isn’t too uncomfortable.

Thinking about this place I gather that it is like a mind-churning world in which I have to attract what I need most and somehow build myself anew.

I fear that all my lesser values are here and I have to go through the worst of myself to reach some greater level and get out of here!

The neglected hindthoughts and discredited sub-conscious is rife in this dungeon.

I fear these feelings will stay with me for a while – the worst is with me already – boredom is starting as a deep feeling of unknowing, complacency, walking on egg shells and not knowing what I am doing is taking root in me against my will.

Defeated I collapse in an alien room of depression and self doubt.

How can a heaven be ripped from me so suddenly? We all knew something was coming, but did it have to be this traumatizing? I didn’t deserve this…

Curling up in a ball I sob myself to sleep.