In this sunless, dismal, forgotten crypt, countless days came to pass. It was here that mold ate through my skin; vermin devoured the tips of my limbs while eventually, darkness took my eyesight. Rotting away all by my lonesome, with the black concrete walls becoming one with my flesh, my joints stiff and cracked can barely move these days. Long have I waited for someone to release me from the prison of my existence. None appeared. Not until today. Because if my mind refrains from playing tricks with me, I'm sure I heard voices coming from the ground above me. Pure, innocent voices in cheerful tones. Children's voices.
The sound of them makes my mouth wet. I smile in anticipation of the little beings making the beautiful music that echoed through my ramshackle cell. A rainbow of colors
