How long has it been?... surely longer than a few days... or weeks.. maybe it's been months.... Or years?.. i can't remember, i can't remember what a person looks like except the one's i see here in the huge place wich i call "My Home" for sure do i know every single detail about this place, i can't remember how it feels like to feel the wind gently touching my skin and blowing my hair behind me since all windows are always closed. The only way that wind comes in here is when the doors open and close whenever my „mother" would come or leave for a meeting with the other four lords. I wonder what it's like out there, i wonder what other people like me are like.. i wonder... if i will get out of here alive... heh so many wonders but... no chance of it ever happening.
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