![]() I have to go faster, perform better at an exhaustive pace to make it to the walls on time. ![]() Running is something I’ve always enjoyed during the blood-conditioning periods, but now… it’s a run for my life. Nevertheless, I force the rucksack over my shoulder, stand, and carefully calculate my direction before taking off into a sprint. A new dawn rising over the same cage, over the same shriveling hope for a new world. ![]() Sunrise will soon be upon Nightingale and its stifling walls. The heat passes through the rips of my spent tunic, relieving my goosebump-afflicted skin. The cool, night air is already starting to give way to spring’s warmth. The last chance I have to reclaim what’s left of my life. My chest is still tight as a reluctant sigh passes my lips. ![]() I count everything again, almost obsessively. ![]()
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