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And with that, you come to a conclusion with the carvings on your wall. With the ones that are actually visible, at the sole. Because the following set of carvings can not be made out by the average eye, as they have now blended in and onto themselves, structuring a weird amalgamation of lines and some, blood? What is blood doing here? You gaze at your hands, then the floor, looking for a trail of blood that may give you at least a clue of what has happened. After all, it's been quite some time since the last time you managed to bear witness to an event that has thrilled you. After a hot minute of searching, you decide to give up looking for clues altogether, and think of the stains on the wall as if they were from the meaty meals that have been given to you.

     You then attempt to remember through the countless lifetimes worth of years you've been captivated inside this moody place. Even though you try your best, you can not seem to even get a tranquil of insight on how and why they even proceeded to put you here, instead of just putting you to an endless slumber. You remember all of the feelings that you've been put through though. You recall how depressed and suicidal you felt for the first few hundred years. As your will gave in more and more, this state of the mind first turned into a glittery boredom. The feelings that set your mind affluter, that made you combust, slowly sunk into the cold. Following that, your mind shifted into an ethereal numbness, as the finale, you then fell into an endless ocean of bliss, losing your sense of time in the process. 

     Even though you do not remember how much you've lived for, you can give it your best guess as a few thousand years. Now, of course, that may be a little too much for a living being to go through that long amounts of time before they are met with annihilation, you felt as if you have lived for much much longer, with that guess of yours being only a pale imitation of how much time you have actually spent here. Your thoughts were divided as the staff of the prison you are inside called you out, as they had just brought you your last meal of the day.

-Hey geezer, got you some food, try your best not to choke on these!

     He said as he gave you an amused chuckle, followed by a grin, before turning you his back and leaving. As you've seen a damn lot more guards and personnel then you could ever remember, and know the current one will be gone with the amount of time that you register as the blink of an eye, you no longer try and talk to them. Despite how unfriendly you are to them, they still recognize you as their elder, and so you are treated with nothing other than respect. Ever since you’ve been put here, they’ve been a little distant to you. Even if it sucks, this is what a prison must be like, was always the thought that’s been carved into your mind. 

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     You then recklessly carve into your meal. You eat for a good few minutes. Almost halfway through the dish, a burning feeling disrupts you with your meal. Then a realization hits you. Something that shouldn’t alarm you this much, digs into your mind as you slice into your meal. This state of endless and blank bliss you were inside this whole time, seems to have ended. Your heart starts to yearn for freedom, something that hadn’t happened in a plenty of time. All of a sudden, you feel out of breath, and every single pulse of air pull into your lungs consecutively starts feeling smaller and faster and more lacking, just as if you are being throttled. Your cells begin to die because of the lack of energy this burning ambition is causing you. Is this a curse that’s been put upon you? After all, a good amount of the time that you have spent here, went to adapting your emotions to the flow of the emptiness. All of that work, all of that getting used to, seemed to have worked. But the burning ambition of freedom coming back to you, implies the complete opposite. As your lungs succumb to what fate has to offer to you, the burning seems to wear down, this time, it is your heart that starts aching. The pain is immense, but you wonder what hurts more, the ache that anvils down to your heart, or the feeling of being cheated on by your own feelings. 

You feel like this “you”is no longer you anymore. You start to lose influence over your own body. Your eyes start rolling in a frenzy inside their own sockets. Your legs start to tremble, as you crumble your way down to the floor. After your legs, your arms follow, as they no longer bow to your commands. Your nerves have shut down. You try to shout and call for help, but your diaphragm has become numb as well, so your lungs no longer draw in breath, nor out. Your eyes continue this calamity of withering, with its corners now darkened, your vision gets blurry. In a flash you see the gemstone attached to your bracelet glowing violently. At best you have a few seconds left. With both your vision and hearing blurry, you hear something, someone speaking. You can barely make words out of it. 

-Guys help! The geezer is going down! I repeat! The gee…

But you don’t have the strength to bear for the rest. You feel the pain in your heart going off, as well as the beating. It has stopped. Everything goes dark as one final thought strikes your mind before your brain shuts down, a death wish. You wish to see and live through your own destiny as a free living being.

     After that, your consciousness simply fades away, and you die in a hell of your own body’s making.