(Planet Wamir, Subterranean Detention Facility, Veyr's POV)
The darkness inside the cell was absolute.
It pressed down upon Veyr's mind like a living thing, heavy and suffocating, swallowing all sense of time until hours and days blurred into one continuous void, indistinguishable from sleep. The only proof that he was still alive came from the faint ache in his chest and the rhythmic sting of the sedative needles whenever the guards returned to ensure he stayed quiet.
He had tried counting the intervals once, but even that had dissolved into meaninglessness. There was no sun, no moon, no passing footsteps to mark the hours—only silence, the sound of his shallow breath, and the faint trickle of water running down the stone wall behind him.
'How long has it been?' he wondered faintly, the thought barely forming before it began to crumble under the weight of exhaustion. 'Hours? Days? Weeks? It all feels the same…'
