“Was it a fathomless darkness into which we ought to be deferred, like corpses to a mausoleum?”

-Disco Elysium

I heard the door slide shut behind me

Locking me in

Accused of committing treason against the high king

I’ve been locked away

Not in a prison

Jail

Or even oubliette

No

My tomb is literally so

A mausoleum

I descend, with no other options

Feeling the way

Down the pitch steps

Finally

The bottom

My foot brushes against something on the ground

I pick it up

A lighter

Light

It illuminates ivory colored stone

And something at the far wall

Musty wood

A coffin

Lid ajar

Empty

I step inside the coffin

The lid slides shut on its own

The walls and floor and ceiling box me in perfectly

Molded to my dimensions

This is my coffin

I was born to die