How many days has it been now? A day?... Two days?... Five?... It's hard to tell when you are locked up in a cage and only allowed out in the cave when it's time to mine for resources, and at the end of all that hard work, we are only given a meagre portion as sustenance.
As for being inside the sun? I am having a hard time remembering what it feels like to be under one.
Every day is the same here. A day of tilling and toiling for the gain of others. It makes me question why I had ever thought of my life before all this as boring and repetitive.
And to think that I ever thought of my life as miserable back then. I thought I was restricted, working day in and day out, living the exact boring lifestyle.
How I so miss those moments. The time when I was just me, an orphan trying to get by on his day-to-day activities.
How did I go from that to being this? A prisoner tied down with a collar! I am no less a dog than the real dogs.
