She was just a humble slave, trapped in an underground cage, surrounded by trembling slaves like her. They were all terrified and didn't know where the future was. I can't see the flaming sunshine I long for, and I can't get the freedom to pray. She knew that one day, she would be lifted out of the dungeon like an animal and locked in a cage like an animal in a bustling auction house surrounded by hungry buyers. The highest bidder would win. She knew she could not escape this fate. Just because in their eyes, she was a slave, nameless, surnamed, parents and origin. Only he would smile at her, bring her delicious food, and wipe her dirt-covered face with his clean handkerchief, saying that girls should be clean. Illusions, illusions, all illusions, fake, all fake. Why would he save her, why would he treat her well, why would she make her think that one day he would take her out of the sea of suffering. This is definitely a dream, a dream weaved because of a unclear mind.
Concept: Fantasy