"I don't know how long I've been stuck down here anymore, the only thing I remembered was falling through from that gap in the sky, no matter how I climbed up, I never reached the top.

Makes me wonder how I survived the fall in the first place, it might have to do with the literal mountains of trash at the bottom.

Seriously, who dumped all this garbage down from the ceiling? I swear that they got higher than before every time I slept, yet I never saw where it came from with my own eyes.

Anyways, it's kind of lonely down here, I had nothing better to do so I built a nice little home reinforced by hard plastic pillars, held together by some old tape I found on my second week here, I even made some friends with some dolls, it's kinda weird that they had a smiley face drawn on their faces with a permanent red marker.

But hey! They're cute in their own way! Although I could've sworn that they sometimes moved on their own and the mark on their faces got newer, but it's problably just my own imagination, like who would hide themselves from me and renew the smiley faces on the dolls once I'm asleep?"

-A lonely man who forgot his name.

Note: this message was recorded anoymously, no traces can be found on when it was recorded, a sentence was found along with the message. The Story Of A Forgotten Man And His Spirit Friends.

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