He’s clinging to a string, so little was the string, wrapped on the other end of it was what he would value as a treasure, though not everyone would value it the same way, but he does, and he believes with all his heart that it’s true, the string was only a simple one, not made of any special material, only cotton, people would view him as the personification of stupidity, though he care not, for he only cares what is on the other end of the string,
His hands were gripping powerfully, his strength was incomparable, though what good was his strength when it was only a string, still he had hope in that string, a small one, yes, but he still hoped that he could pull up that treasure, then again, he need only the string to be stronger, that is what he wanted, that is what he always wanted, for he was weak then too, only now had he used his instinct to survive to gain strength, strength to both hold the string and stand up straight, a strength that he knows will dwindle down with time,
The string was his only hope, some had said there is no hope in that string, but sometimes that string gave him a sense of savior, the string would sometimes become strong as chain, but sometimes too it would decay, it does not take a detective to deduce which of those were more common,
This was not his first time in a situation like this, in the past he had undergone the same trial, though he did not care back then, he did not value the thing on the other end of the string as a treasure, he had abandoned the string after only one pull, but now was different, on the other end of the string was treasure, treasure beyond his wildest dream, it was something so valuable that he would abandon everything for it, he had those thoughts before, those thoughts of abandonment, he was willing, wholeheartedly, for on the other side of the string was his life support,
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