Cubical Confinement

Broken, dark, alone. Confined in cubical prison. All expression has been sucked away, leaving a hollow shell. As hunger starts to take over, your given table scraps. Only to prolong the suffering, to slowly wither away. In the beginning you scramble about, searching for inevitable failure. Barred, boxed in forever, no means of departure allowed. Slowly motivation dies, and you return to remaining still, and wonder throughout the only thing left, the flowing imagination in your mind. In your corner of the world you think of happiness and joy, yet unreachable in the present. You mourn for eternity. Delusion slowly sets in, hopeful sighting becomes fictional imagination, leading to madness, and emotional corruption. Slowly you grow more rigid, building to the climax. Searching for with all will put forward, for an escape route. Finally, the answer is found, only one way is possible to escape positive loss of sanity, losing all wits whatsoever. You must accomplish a feat, to great for mere mortal. Guided assistance is given, and you open the door. And step out into the world.