It has been three days since I fell into this place.

On the first day, there were other people besides me. But being with others meant enduring conflicts. Someone said there would be an exit if we kept going forward. Someone else said we had to go back to where we first fell. No one was certain, but walking seemed better than standing still.

And so, I walked with the others, until at some point, I was alone.

I don't remember when it started. When I looked back, they were gone, and when I tried to turn back, even the path I had taken had vanished.

I have been walking ever since.

The scenery changed countless times.

I kept walking.

I don't know how long I've been walking. The watch had already stopped.

Even when I called out, no answer came back.

At first I was scared, then I was exhausted. And now, I feel nothing at all.

I don't know if my feet hurt anymore. I don't know if I'm thirsty. I don't know if I'm hungry. I only know that I no longer have the strength to walk.

A place I don't even recognize. A place where I can't tell if it's the sky or a ceiling.

Whenever I hear a sound in the distance, I always stop in my tracks. Because maybe, just maybe, someone has come looking for me.

Because maybe the people I met on the first day have come back. So I am waiting here. For someone to appear someday. For someone to call my name.

"So, you were here."

Just to hear those words.

I no longer know where I should go, but I want to stay here at least until someone appears. So that they might find me. So that I can confirm I haven't completely disappeared yet.

No one came today either.

Still, I wait.

And just before collapsing, a single shadow cast before my eyes caught my sight.