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Oh?

Hello!

Don't look at me like that, I'm talking to you!

Yes, you, the reader! Can't you see?

You can't? That's... to be expected honestly.

But that's ok, I have plenty of experience with blind people. I'm partially blind myself, but I don't mind trying to describe things.

Let's see, well no, only I can see hahaha. Hmm. This is my home! Welcome to my humble little hole in the wall! Oh, wait, not literally. It's actually a cage. My apologies for the mess I don't get that many visitors. Because... I'm ugly...

I haven't had anyone to talk to in so long, it's shocking I even remember how haha! I've always wanted to be in a book, I've been meaning to write an autobiography, but I never get the chance. I wonder what kind of book I'm in, I bet it's going to be a best-seller, Studied at universities for centuries! I love reading, I used to do it all day every day. Though I haven't been able to get my appendages on anything in quite some time, ahh well. I- oh wait, the mess! Yes yes, my apologies. Oh, I haven't been cleaning in a long while, when you get my age it becomes a real hassle.

Hmm? Oh silly me you can't see the mess! Well, I think it's only polite to describe our surroundings.

As I have stated before, this is my cage. It's brass, it used to be shiny. Not anymore though, now it's blue and rusty. However, my slime makes it sparkle slightly. Though don't touch it. Nothing bad will happen if you do, it's just a tad unsanitary don't you think?

The floor is covered in red dirt, and the wall over here has some paintings I made. Oh, really they're not that impressive, it's just more red dirt. Nothing more than a cave painting, it's a painting of, of... Well, I don't actually remember what it's supposed to be, but it gives me comfort. It's a line, with four symmetrical lines sticking out of its sides, and a circle on top. I don't remember painting this one, I have more somewhere around here. Maybe if I look...

Oh, how rude of me! I forgot to introduce myself. Why am I like this?! Why do I ruin everything!? EVERYONE HATES ME, YOU HATE ME TOO!! I'M JUST SO TIRED I JUST WANT TO DIE!!!!! IT'S BEEN AGES!!!! Why am I still alive? Why am I here? What even am I? Just leave! Don't even bother with me. You hate me you all hate me! It's just... I'm... I'm so tired...

That's not my name though, my name is... uhh... my name.... It was, umm...

I forgot, but that's ok, for now just call meeee, Beeswax! But don't say it ok? I don't want the bees to realize where I am. The bees call me beeswax, cus they find me buried into my skin, and use me as a hive. It hurts when they do that, so ssshhhh! They're very defensive, and they'll attack you too! I hate bees so much, they're cute, but don't let that fool you. They're all just evil!

Anyway, so around the cage, there's a lot of concrete rubble, but every chunk is organized from smallest to largest. My arms are too heavy and weak to lift off the ground, so I usually use my face to experience and change my surroundings. It goes on for several feet. It took absolutely forever to organize, but I think It was worth it. I didn't do it for any particular reason, I was just bored and was tired of looking at the mess.

The third largest chunk is my favorite because it has plenty of rusty iron right above an indent on the floor. That makes it so that whenever it rains, the water soaks up the iron and pours it into the puddle. While I like all puddles this is my favorite puddle because it has more nutrients, and makes me not dizzy for a while.

I like dirty puddles, I need more than just water to feel healthy. Far away from here, there are puddles near organisms. Ones that drop a lot of their chemicals when they decompose, bringing room for more organisms small enough for me to absorb. Think of it as a cold soup, you can't live off of just bowls of water, but a bowl of soup every day will sustain you. I have only ever sat in them a handful of times, but when I do I feel like I could fight god and win. I'm not able to taste them, I don't remember what taste like. But, uh, I hope it would taste good.

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