People tell me it's a cold place,I don't know tho as I've never felt anything else to compare it to.

I don't know how long I've been here but I'm assuming it's been atleast 200 million years.

For the first 198million or so I didn't get many visitors besides the odd velociraptor or so.

Recently I've been collecting stories from people and writing them down,although it's taken a few millennia.

Everyone starts to cry while talking about the death of there mother or father but I don't get it.

There is nothing I wish for more then death,there is nothing I seek more then freeing myself from my mind.

mind numbing.Mind numbing.MIND numbing.MIND Numbing.MIND NUMBING.

everyday is the same, I sit,I wait,I sit, I wait, I sit, I wait everyday for millennia.

I've tried everything to escape,whether I live for eternity or whether....well i don't know, I don't see any other option besides living this cruel torture worse then hell itself.