Where...
Where am I?
Hello...? Anyone...?
Is... is anybody out there...?
Someone!? Anyone!? Can anyone hear me!? …
It's dark.
It's so dark here.
Someone, anyone, if you can hear me...
Say something... please...
No one can hear me, can they...? …
I guess not.
To be honest, I'm not even sure if I can hear myself.
It's so quiet here... … and yet, sometimes,
I swear I hear something...
Something like... scratching?
What is this place, anyway…?
How did I get here? … as if I haven't asked that question a billion times already.
I...
I always did have that nightmare.
Walking into the darkness,
With the light shining from the doorway…
Then the door slams behind me.
And everything goes black. … is this that nightmare? … or was everything else a dream?
⇒『… as if I haven't asked that question a billion times already.』という英文から、この人物は『ここは何処なのか?なぜここに迷い込んだのか?』と…
そんな疑問を何十億回も考えてきたらしい。つまり、それだけ長い間この場所にいるようだ…
更に、この人物は『闇の中を歩く悪夢』を見た事があり、これがその悪夢なのか…、それとも、全てが夢なのか…それさえ曖昧になっている。
I'm starting to lose track of the time.
Has it been days? Hours?
If someone told me it's been years, I might believe them...
Before, the sun came up,
And so many wonderful things happened that made time meaningful.
Things like breakfast, or late night TV...
In this place,
I don't eat or drink anymore.
I can't tell if I'm awake or dreaming.
I can't even tell if I'm dead or alive.
It's just nothing but pitch black silence.
... except for the noise.
The scratching noise I sometimes hear...
This sounds crazy, but even though no one can hear me,
When I hear that noise, I feel like someone's listening.
Anyone, if you're there... thank you.