Benedict

I've been living in this darkness for almost 10 years. Every day I count the number of days I've spent inside this coffin and wish for someone to set me free.

From the first day until today, I have counted 3957 days.

I don't know if it's day or night. I don't know what's going on out there. I don't even feel hungry or full.

I'm like a preserved corpse with a brain.

I don't know if I'm still in Traiton or if I've been thrown out. I don't know if Traiton is still the same arid place ...