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..?