At first, you think there is a way out, you fight these beings that are holding you back and even though you don’t succeed, you try again. Even though you don’t know where you are, or how you will get out, you put yourself in constant denial that one day, you will escape. you have been counting the days which have slowly and painfully become weeks, then months, then years.
You wonder if time is even real where you are. You wonder if time was even real when you were home. “Are we all in a simulation, is this all a game?.. Are we all just frequencies living in separate dimensions like channels on a TV?” You begin to crack, questioning every routine, every pattern, whether it is simple or complex. You have lost that spark in your eye. You’ve finally lost that hope that you will ever escape what seems to be