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The Aftermath

from Brave New World by Darkling Land

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How long has it now been? Weeks... or months? I cannot tell. The endless daily servitude we are forced to undertake consumes our lives and there is little respite... our captors will not allow it.

The Creech, (I have named them so after the nightmarish cries they had first assailed us with...), are relentless and show no mercy. We work in the mines under the mountain, digging out the precious green crystals which they require for some unknown purpose. The labyrinthine tunnels are small and narrow in mos part, hardly wide enough to swing the handheld axes which we are forced to use to break the rock, and the air is foul and reeks of sweat and noxious gases... the cloths we sometimes wear wrapped across our faces serving little purpose. There are several hundred of us I estimate; both men and women; hapless souls whose ships were swallowed by the mysterious mist before they were then taken prisoner. The few women who are here like myself are mostly kept separate to the men, both when working and living apart, so it has been some time since I have seen my love Duncan, who was removed to another mine far from here. I pray to the Lady of Numenol that he is well.

I have long since given up shedding tears for my own situation, and simply hope that I survive each day unscathed. I detest our captors, but detest the choices we both made back in our homeland even more. If Duncan and I could only have chosen to lives by my father's rules, then we might still be together and living in happiness, but alas... now the time for hope has long since past. In fact, if this daily recurring hell continues, I can see myself wishing for a more permanent end. For now, the bell has sounded to signal the end of our day... a few scant hours of sleep before the cycle of horrendous torment begins yet again.

Oh, how I miss my love Duncan... how I wish we were home.

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from Brave New World, released March 28, 2023
Track Composed and Produced by Graham Seaman at Sack The Cat Studios (Liverpool).

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Sack The Cat is the creative alter-ego of Graham Seaman - a professional creative from Liverpool, UK. Musician, artist, photographer, writer when not doing the day job - full-time husband, grampy & carer.

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