The silence of the room was deafening almost. His legs hung off of the large canopied bed while a wave of a creeping and unsettling feeling drenched his mind through every crevice of his thoughts, his usual dulled out eyes dimmed to a weak flick of flame.

The loneliness that had once been a manageable beast was now all too apparent, and becoming quite unbearable. He felt as if he was a hollow shell of a person he once had been, with the scenery of the crumbling architecture adding onto the feeling of dread. Though the structures were old, they met his needs just fine.

The bed was empty. Cold. The air had been even colder, and it weighed on him.

His weary frame slumped against the sheets, the normally found comfort in the solitude of his room was now just isolating and ghastly while the dark atmosphere felt to be seeping into his bones.

He wasn't normally tired such as this, but it's gotten quite lonesome around these times.

Perhaps sleep could be his temporary friend, even just for a little. A silent companion he could lean on and find peace in — even admist all the cold.