Escape from the Prison You Weave

My name is Achen. They said I was sick. I can hear the breathing of the stones, see the shape of the wind, and taste the clouds in every drop of rain. In the gray realm, it's a disease. To cure. They put a bracelet on me and told me that if I did this, I would "get better." But I know that the so-called "good" means that I can no longer hear, see, or taste it. So, the night I got the ring, I ran away. When I passed the last fence, my wrist was cut and blood flowed all over the floor. But for the first time, I smelled freedom. ——It has the smell of blood and the fragrance of earth.