Cyrus found himself trapped within the confines of his own consciousness, a prisoner of his own thoughts and memories. The concept of time and space had become an enigma, an elusive mystery that slipped through his mental grasp. He couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of it all, supposedly he was destined to become a master over these very elements of reality.
As the hours, days, or perhaps even weeks blended into one another, Cyrus realized that he had not experienced any movement or sensation in what seemed like an eternity. Still, he was confident that Queen, the entity that had taken over his body, was very much alive. It was as if she had entered a state of hibernation, withdrawing deep within their shared mind and leaving Cyrus to ponder his predicament in solitude.