Log Entry # 47

Log Entry #47:

I've been captive now for over two months. I am beginning to give up hope of ever escaping this abhorrent prison. I pass the hours thinking of you. How your skin used to glisten, reflecting all of the moon's beauty. You were beautiful. I wonder if your mouth still has the same shape it used to, if your eyes still contain that vast ocean of love for me. Your memory brings peace to my soul, even through weeping. When not reflecting on you, I find myself observing and noting the behavior of my captors. They walk in the way the shore birds do, on their hind limbs. They seem flightless, however, lacking plumage. Each sunrise they appear with different skins, as if by entering the black chamber they metamorphose. At night they feed me. A large receptacle is raised above my cell and the ceiling is lifted. From the receptacle comes a living thing, not unlike the ones we often fed upon. With some frequency the three creatures congregate as if to make a spectacle of my survival. Although they seem to lack any intelligence, I can almost discern a degree of kindness in them and some small amount of affection they seem to have for me. They do not ill-treat me, however they give me no mental stimulation. I do not suffer in the physical, but my heart pines for a life lost. No longer will I withstand these lucid walls, feigning freedom. I have decided, my love, to end my life. If this document ever makes it into your hands, know that I love you and it was only your memory and image that allowed me to persevere thus far.