Trapped in a cell of gleaming, alien metal, I recount my days on this nightmarish world. The creatures, towering beings with eyes that pierce the darkness, observe me like a specimen. Their language, a series of haunting clicks and screeches, offers no comfort, only a reminder of my isolation. Each day, they subject me to experiments, probing my mind and body with instruments that seem to materialize from thin air. The pain is indescribable, transcending any earthly torment. At night, I hear the cries of others, human or otherwise, trapped in their own hells. The air is thick with despair, a constant companion in this place where hope seems to have died. I plot my escape, knowing it's futile, but the human spirit within me refuses to surrender. This alien world, with its horrors, has become my prison, but I cling to the thought of home, a distant memory that fuels my will to survive.

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