I remember the moment I was born, when in a darkened room with no windows, I opened my eyes to a lightless world for the very first time. I remember shivering with fear, suffocating with pressure yet feeling a glimpse of hope. There was no reason to keep living. I don't remember a thing besides darkness, the dim walls of the room, the chain, and the hands that had made my body their plaything. I thought that was what life was. I couldn't see anything else. Walls, hands, chains, walls of vulgar hands and chains, over and over. What can be expected of someone who's never seen daylight? Living that life turned me into that very darkness... into those vulgar hands and chains. The pain had now turned into a game for me, and my perception of it had changed for good. Daylight became the source of my pain, and darkness gave me life. These days will come to an end, and every seemingly endless world will come to a full stop...

Techniques: Ink, ball point, oil pastel, digital painting