3,650 days serving a heavy sentence for a crime he did not commit.
His misfortune was having existed. His punishment was having been forgotten.
This is a story worthy of a film, now told in the first person.
“During ten long years, I was confined. Sealed in a glass cell, locked away in a cold, dark warehouse. They said it was for my own good, that time would make me evolve, but the truth is I spent every single day dreaming of freedom. 💭”
I heard rumours that some don’t make it. They give in to pressure, turn sour, lose themselves before their time. But I held firm. I aged with dignity, I refined myself. 💪
Each silent day was a step towards perfection.
Until one day, the cork popped and the light finally revealed my identity. I took a deep breath, expanded, ready to show the world what I had become. 🔆
The first contact was a whisper. An attentive glance assessed my colour, a curious nose explored the secrets of my aromas.
Then came the first sip: liberation!
I am no longer a prisoner. Now, I am celebration. 🎉
