Can you imagine?
Underneath the night sky,
sparingly scattered leaves,
Wavering myself in muddy sand,
that voice called me. It yelled for me.
I made effort to run. To escape.
Startled as I flee, the voice comes closer.
At the very dead end, I knew there’s no more way.
“I have you! Game over. Dead end!” The voice echoes from afar.
I realized his mission. I am now trapped.
. . .Tega’s Journal.