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During that dark time, I finally found my own way of living - running away, hiding, and fearing.
The prisoners trapped in the dungeon may never understand this way of survival, but they have never stopped exploring the outside world, just like a flock of birds forever yearning for the blue sky.
However, what if they knew?
Those dark years had long since wiped out everything, leaving them only with despair and pain.
Concept: Occasionally thinking about each other, writing comes from the pen