Adam Forwarder sat cross legged in total darkness. He sat at the center of a hundred prison cells, each encasing the other in the manner of Russian dolls. Seemingly, every powerful entity in the Domitikan universe held him imprisoned. 

     Save one. 

     Save for his son, Hedik.

     The son who Adam saw, just before an ebony box of a prison encased him, give birth to their child.

​     Adam's ​son did that.  

     Only in Domitika. 

​     Hedik was free with their child.  

     Adam sat cross legged in his cell, and he concentrated. 

     He was an Adam, after all. He'd been in many prisons before in his immortal life, he'd been imprisoned by Hedik himself for a millennia at one point, but, in the end, one way or another, he always walked free. 

     How to break free from this particular prison, though? 

     One thing he'd learned in Domitika: it wasn't the strength of your physical body that counted because no one really had bodies in this crazy dream universe, but the strength of your personal will. 

     And Adam had plenty of that.  

     He knew that he had a core within himself that contained the True Adam and that could never be destroyed. It was like an energy cell, this core, among other things, and it drew energy from all around it to feed the being that was Adam.

     Adam dropped deep within himself until he found that core, that cell, until he became that core. 

     And then he inhaled. 

     With his entire being, he inhaled. 

     He drew in energy. 

     How long did he do that? No telling. This was Domitika, after all, where, instead of time, there were only dreams. 

     Adam drew in energy until he felt full. 

​     And then he drew in more.  

     He drew in so much more power that he felt that if he took in any more it would hurt him, maybe even destroy him. 

     And then he sucked in a little more.

     When he drew in so much energy he could barely even think, Adam counted down from three...

     then detonated himself. 

​     BAM! 

​     Although he didn't actually make a sound.  

     He did have an impact, though. For a single moment, after Adam went off, no jails imprisoned him. 

​     He drifted free in empty Domitikan space.  

     Then, after an eyeblink's time, they reappeared. 

     Adam couldn't see anything because of the one prison that was like an ebony cube. No light nor anything could either enter or escape. 

     Adam was, once again, plunged into darkness.  

     Still, his effort yielded a single free moment. 

     Something to work with.

​     Adam sat cross legged in his cell, and he concentrated. 

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