It seemed that they had always acted like extra bars in case the old rusted ones were ever broken. Every wave that crashed against the rocks reminded him that even if he managed to escape his cell, he would have no way to gain his freedom. With nothing as company except the sound of the waves all day and all night, time seemed to blur into one. Although for moments, the softness of the hushing and swishing on the rocks below was relaxing for him, mostly, it was as if someone had left him alone in a room with a dripping tap and no other sound. The waves slowly eroded his mind until all existence became as if it were nothing. Spending day and night moving from trance to trance, he stared into oblivion. Using his imagination, he began to create other worlds and other lives for himself. Slowly he began to live in his mind more and more, drifting further from reality everyday. It came to the point that he believed the events in his head were actually real. Barely sleeping, he became consumed with the exploration of his imagination.
