He opened his eyes to a ceiling that blinked. The walls pulsed like lungs.
A shadow leaned in close, smiled, and vanished before it made sense.
He cried.
Not from pain, not from hunger,
but from a quiet knowing,
that he had been thrown into the middle of a riddle
with no question, no language, and no one to answer to.
The cradle rocked. The loop began again.