that dark place
Every night, he is trapped inside that wooden box. He pounds and screams, out of breath. Out of air.
By some miracle, they found him.
By some grace, he survived.
But part of him always remained buried. And what’s left of him always returns to that dark place.
They found him. Next time, he might not be so lucky.
His project is nearly completed: Oxygen. Water. Waste disposal. A clawhammer.
It must suffice. He must succeed.
But how can he be certain?