Above me I see distant stars, out of reach, like blue skies and freedom.
Life echoes. In every incarnation I have been a thief, and I have been caught.
Millennia ago, a young soul, I poached a single rabbit from the King's Forest to feed a starving family. Into the hole I went, clamped in chains, forgotten.
Most recently it was Leporidae gene seeds from the Imperial Menagerie. Rabbits to feed a whole colony. And for that I was sentenced to languish deep in this black hole, made to remember every one of my past lives.
I long for forgetfulness.
Author bio: John Xero would like to be remembered. In his dreams he is remembered for his imagination.
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