Ruins - Writing game 3

On fought I, elbows, knees and hands scraping on the floor. Had I been here before? Glimpses of recognition filled my mind. Walls – bare boulder. Floor - the same. Empty room. Dark room. Cold, so very cold. Crawling on, numb limbs, seeking for something, anything. Nothing. Darkness, darkness. Once again I opened my eyes. Light, bright light was seeping into the room, tickling my feet. Had I forgotten, yes, the old castle in which I had sought shelter.