Once again, the faint light from the cracks in the wall starts to fade. Another sunset means that yet another day has passed without seeing anyone. I've lost track of the days at this point. As I close my eyes, hoping to sleep, I hear something. That sounds like footsteps, but it can't be. Maybe I've finally lost it. My eyes open, and to my surprise, I see a silhouette. Who are you? Have you come for me? I can barely recognize my own voice, so weak and monotone from years of disuse.
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