One day, that guy suddenly emerged from self-destruction, sitting in a corner, a pensive look on his face."
The Prison Warden still remembered that moment; it was probably the first time in years that the Prison Warden had spoken to him. After so many years without speaking, he stuttered when he spoke.
"I asked him what he was doing. He said he was reminiscing. Having memories allows him to endure solitude. Then, many years passed, and he still maintained his sanity, exercising in the narrow cell every day, reflecting on life."
"Sounds quite interesting indeed."
"Yes, I've seen many people walk toward destruction in the darkness, but it's my first time seeing someone crawl out of the abyss without any external help," the Prison Warden affirmed. "He maintained a regular life all the time, even when his space was just that tiny patch of ground."
