The blazing pain permeated every fiber of his existence, a never-ending torment with neither beginning or conclusion. It was not the kind of sorrow that could be ignored or dismissed; it was a visceral, all-encompassing torment that overwhelmed him. The sensation was like being immersed in flames, with no reprieve. The burning sensation appeared to intensify with each passing instant, as if an invisible fire was flowing through his veins. It was as if his own existence had become a crucible, and the fires within threatened to burn him to ash. Sweat streamed down his face, not from exertion, but in a hopeless attempt to cool the flame that raged within. His muscles convulsed uncontrollably, reacting to the burning agony that shot through him. Every breath was a painful effort, as if the air had turned into a boiling tempest. The blazing pain seemed to mock any attempt to find a comfortable position; standing, sitting, and lying down were all equally painful. In the midst of this agony, his mind became a battlefield of opposing ideas. Desperation combined with the natural desire to survive pushed him to suffer the unbearable.However, there lingered a persistent feeling that this suffering would never end, that he was doomed to live in this state of everlasting agony. The source of the burning anguish remained unknown, a horrible enigma that refused to reveal its secrets. Was it the result of some internal strife, a rebellion by his own body against him? Or was it an outside force, an unseen attacker who relished in his misery? The unsolved questions only fuelled the despair that existed alongside the flames. The veil of misery obscured time, and the line between moments melted into a continuity of anguish. The blazing pain, persistent and unforgiving, formed a harsh symphony that played on his nerves.
