'Sh*t! So sick of everything...' Theogo stingingly thought that, as a result, manifolded the intensity of the intensively burning flame of depression, pain, loneliness, and regret, combined with anger that was flaming his undivided being; both soul and physical body.
He breathed an audible sigh to minimize that feeling and then he looked up at the cover hanging there upwards. If he was told for once back in the past, that he was one day going to be in this place and situation, somewhere he had only seen in books, then he could have outrightly disagreed.
In "that" very day, In a matter of fact, he was at the moment wondering when he last envisioned any form of light when suddenly, he saw a green glowing bottle thrown into the half-dried well he was inside. His two super eyes took a moment in welcoming the sudden change, both in a squinted way.
Through a minor space did the bottle find its way into the place.
"Wow." was the only word he managed to whisper.
