In the stillness of the cel,
time stretches,
each tick a reminder
of freedom lost.
He sits in shadows,
thoughts weaving memories
of laughter, sunlight
and the taste of open air.
Innocence wraps around him,
a heavy cloak,
as he dreams of the world
beyond these walls.
Every word unspoken,
is a testament to hope,
a flicker in the darkness,
waiting for the dawn.
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