On the 5th day after his revival. He fell into a routine. A helpless, depressing, routine. Day. Night. Day. Night. Day. Night. Day. Night. Day. Night. He counted these. On repeat. The words ticked by as the days did. The sun rose, then fell again. Same old schedule. Wake up. Eat. build. Forage. Mine. eat. Sleep. Day. Night. Day. Night. Day. Night. Day. Night. Day. Night. Day after day after day. He watched the moon rising by spyglass. And the sun rising he didn’t care about. It would just be another Tuesday for him. The burns on his face were scratchy and trying to heal, leaving scarring, darker against his tan skin. Who was he? He didn’t know. He just had to work, survive, do something. But then. He found another base. Abandoned. And he found some wings. Elytras are a rare thing to have. They were all taken by the invisible mafia back when they were still around. Black White Black White Black White Black White Black White Once again, two words echoing. Once again. Two words deciding to make a difference. Once again, he didn’t care. Work. Survive. Do something with your life. Had he actually lived before. Had he tried. Had he tried to make a difference. It didn’t matter. Nothing did. Just survive. Even on minimal resources. The snow kept falling, the sun still rose and set, he grew more restless for some sort of human contact every day. Until he got it. Someone was here. —------------------------ To be continued after summer break. (HAVE A GOOD SUMMER YALL!) Songs: Devil town - Cavetown + Cole’s response - Yaekolre
