The peeling white walls drape down in defeat, forlorn and forgotten. The ground is littered with things from long ago. An ancient bear is gathering termites, his only friends these days. On one shelf perches a book, once well used, now the only thing reading it is the mould that creeps up its pages.
The once luxurious, velvet, crimson curtains had the life sucked out of them. Eventually, they too will sink to the floor in agony. Through their decaying, pale skin we can see the outside world hasn't waited up for us.
The trees remain ever tall and ever proud, in their never-ending time of power. The green crowns sit regally on their brows. Yet even they have forgotten us, their loyal subjects.
You can hear the chirpy sounds of the wildlife, just out of sight and always out of reach.
Yet in this darkened prison, we, the prisoners, shall remain here till the end of time, freedom just out of sight and always out of reach.
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