A rectangular nutrition room, completely transparent, imprisoned a woman within. Countless syringes were inserted into her, keeping her alive for a very long time.
But what kind of time was this lengthy period?
There were numerous scratch marks on the glass wall, scratched out by fingernails along with much blood. This woman, who was born into privilege and enjoyed an easy life, voluntarily threw herself into the hard work of scientific research. She had once been dressed in luxury, standing alongside a king of a country and receiving the admiration of others. She had also gone to the poorest places to comfort the people.
She was beautiful, kind, independent, and had once imagined growing old with her husband. She even thought about her daughter growing up, watching her wearing a wedding dress and marrying a reliable man.
All of this was so beautiful.
Perhaps when she was trapped in that dark, enclosed space, enduring endless pain and torment, her only faith was her memories.