There is no time in the mountains, and the same is true in the snowfields.
The longer time passed, the more Assen felt a heavy and indescribable loneliness.
He couldn't understand the thoughts of the man who threw him in this cabin. He had no idea how to deal with him or how to pry his mouth open. He left him here alone, did not lock the door, did not beat or scold him, did not treat him harshly at all, and even left him clothes to keep out the cold, and even the necessary tools to survive alone.
Perhaps that was the purpose of that man, to make him realize that in this strange space that might have been independently opened up, or in this entire strange world, he was the only sentient, movable, thinking life form;
No one can communicate with him but him;
Also let him know how terrible loneliness is.
The stupid author has been thinking about this story for a long time and thinks it has a good beginning...