Heads hang heavy with the maddening constancy of fear. All time and space has ceased to exist - the days all melding into one unending cycle of books and boredom. Losing track of all reality outside of your isolation. Alone. Left behind. The door is closed - to your hopes, your dreams. They have flown away - to freedom, to life beyond four walls.
But the window... the window is opening... and light, the purest light is streaming in to the darkest night. Dawn will come, wings will stretch and the breeze will take you home.
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