That the castle came crumbling down around them.

The ground sinking beneath their feet.

I had taken flight but a chain would keep me bound.

This feeling of sinking, of despair - it was never really there.

I am free. Free to do as I see fit.

I am never free.

I take it back.

Festering, rotting, breathing.

This isn't home.

I can not fly.

I must dig.

Dig deeper.

Until I find my answer.

I've dug my own grave.

Got a light?