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Darkhenge5/8/2023 It was the same as the diagram in his biology textbook, a tangle of neurons and dendrites and synapses. Happy is he who sees the one that he loves. Tangly and green, pushing right up against the walls, tapping and knocking. What scares me most, though, are the trees. It never gets darker or lighter, but there are faint stars in strange constellations, billions of them. It’s hard to be sure, but the sky here seems a sullen, dim twilight. Sometimes I come across a window, and scrub dirt off tiny leaded panes to look out. They echo distantly, but I don’t know what they are. They all look the same-stone-flagged and cobwebbed. Outside the door of the room are endless corridors. He leaves me alone if I scream at him he doesn’t like that. If I do I may be trapped here forever, and I’m not even hungry.
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