(400 years since I was sentenced here)
Dear Diary,
It’s been at least 5 years since I left you in this empty cell. After they initiated the Experiment, life here has been a living hell. Now as if my spark always burning me wasn’t painful enough, the warden decided that he’d just leave us all here to rot (well, we don’t really rot, god I wish I could rot) the main point is that the prison factions that were starting to form when I last wrote in you are now in full control of the prison.
“The Heretics have the Records room, which they’ve converted to laboratories and are raiding some of the tunnels for test subjects. The Dowager of Blood and Bones’ faction, the Infinite Path, took control of the gardens. I joined them because they grow fruit sometimes. The mad never named their faction but they went to the deepest parts of the facility and anyone who ventures below the 7th basement doesn’t come back. They also raid the tunnels for supplies.
The Cornucopia runes that were supposed to keep the whole prison fed were disfigured and all food they produce now is either rotten or falls into powder at the first touch. We choke down what we can stomach. other times we use it to pelt the others in the hanging cages.
I hear footsteps. I’ll see you again. Maybe I’ll have good news next time. Not likely.
~ See you, Israfel
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