Dark days, bright nights. I always thought the world was a vast place, but in those days, everything had become the farthest point of the world for me. Colors had faded from my distant view. Everything had narrowed down to the dimensions of the four walls of my room. The only thing I knew I had was that moment. I had laid everything on the ground with my hair. I was empty. I had nothing to lose except the life I wanted to. Seven hundred and thirty long nights, I had felt the scent of poison and the tolling bell of death up close. It tasted bitter, but its heavy shadow showed me the path to light.