How did one's subconscious take it's form? Was it always a void of darkness and barrenness with not a single thing in sight? Or was it just for Neveah?
How different was the subconscious world from person to person? Was it a representation of character? Personality? Past experiences? Or did it just not matter?
Neveah had not thought much of it till this time, not even when she was so familiar with this world of darkness within her mind where her consciousness would always end up, far too often than anyone else could boast of.
Most of the times swallowed up in this darkness, Neveah was unaware.
Her consciousness completely overwhelmed by the darkness, but this time, Neveah was wide awake and alert, locked up in her own mind with nothing for company but her own agony, her thoughts and the words said all around her.
