I slowly view all these lines, as I heard a different sound.
Huh?
I saw everything collapsing.
Nonono!
I closed my eyes and quickly opened them.
I saw the familiar ceiling, I'm awake again.
I don't want to wake up. Let me go back, I want to continue seeing those stories.
They deserved to be told.
Every story, is all important.
After a day, I finally returned back.
This looks bad.
This place is getting corrupted.
I can see some lines getting thinner, some lines already so thin I can't see their stories.
How can I stop the corruption?
I am too young. Adults won't view me as one of their own.
What's the point?
Can I forever live in here?
Never escaping..?