Everything looked just slightly off, as if all these years I had experienced the nightmares, a thin veil had been placed over my eyes. Everything seemed painfully clear and sharp now. And I was noticing things I had never bothered to consciously process before. Adam was tall and built of pure muscle. I had never noticed before how his chest was always bare and exposed, the only clothing he wore were soft, loose white pants. His feet were bare. It seemed strange now how the flames from the torches that lined the wall danced across his flesh. Considering he didn’t have a gleam of sweat across his skin this seemed like it should have been impossible. Yet it was enchanting as it cast a strange glow all over him. The reflection of the fire danced dangerous and wild in his grey eyes. The normal terror that filled me was still undeniably there as he bound my hands with the golden cord but I was so distracted by the odd clarity that surrounded me it was lessened. I could only stare at everything in wonder.
