The Prisoner

The Prisoner has no name, no face
No record of their crimes
A blank slate in shackles
A template – merely existing

Creation commences
An unseen hand guides the brush
And memories appear
Their story, finally at hand

The ship, the prison, the cart
Differing locales and times
Forces pulling towards conflict

Yes, there is freedom
But is there truly a choice?
Do all roads lead towards a conclusion?

For without the Hero, there is no Event.
It’s your decision, Prisoner.

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