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The hush of his shallow breath was the only evidence to my continued existence. Captured long ago, I was contained and filled with sleep. Barriers placed where Freedom once grew, I had no choice but to be content with what was left. Though Trees and Grass did provide for a-while I could feel my abilities begin to fade, for fade they did. He falls endlessly through forever, and then breathes. Breathe out. It wasn't long after, my core began to rust. The inevitable outcome of lack of use is slowing down the process. That's what he had done, slowed down living to existence.