An imagined forest, imagined clouds in the sky, imagined birdsong, an imagined scent of moss, a real scream.
A slave of civilization awoke from sleep in a fortress ringed by concrete and electricity. The remnants of the forest still show faintly on the dark wall of the cell. Soon he will once again forget what he lost so long ago; in the morning he will board the tram and go to the factory.
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