Potions are fickle. You can't trust them. As an adventurer, I thought an invulnerability potion could be useful in a pinch. I would have preferred melting in the stomach of this damn dragon... instead, I'm stuck... the feeling of suffocation but no relief of death. My body is immobilized in a constantly shifting coffin of dragon flesh. I yearn for sight again, but I know when... if I escape, it might be too much. How long has it been? A day? No... maybe a week? Gods, it's impossible to track the passage of time in here.








