The Five Worlds
Talking about a story of himself
“I don’t know what happened in your life but I’m not interested about it, this stupid poem is talking about your personal life right?” You said.
“Wait, is that your final answer for my question?” The dwarf asked.
“Sure, why not, from the poem I understood that you have a miserable life in a strange place, what a pity.” You sighed for the dwarf that you thought he had a direfulness life.
Suddenly the ground around the you started to raised up, and you were trapped in the walls made of dirt and mud.
“Let me out of here, didn’t I answer the question right?!” You shouted with all your strength.
The dwarf said nothing and left. The only left was you and silence, there was no sound, and you were trapped here forever.
“I don’t know what happened in your life but I’m not interested about it, this stupid poem is talking about your personal life right?” You said.
“Wait, is that your final answer for my question?” The dwarf asked.
“Sure, why not, from the poem I understood that you have a miserable life in a strange place, what a pity.” You sighed for the dwarf that you thought he had a direfulness life.
Suddenly the ground around the you started to raised up, and you were trapped in the walls made of dirt and mud.
“Let me out of here, didn’t I answer the question right?!” You shouted with all your strength.
The dwarf said nothing and left. The only left was you and silence, there was no sound, and you were trapped here forever.
