[i]Intrinsically, Dim would have struggled against the bonds that held him, but the old man was too drained of vigor to fight back. Dim did not cry, he did not scream, he did not babble about his life's work and how it must be finished. No, he instead began to hum a melody. Despite his old age, the man's voice was quite serine. He continued to reverberate the tune several times, as if the silence surround him was his audience. But... this was not the case. For no matter where Dim wandered, no matter what he tried to do to help himself, no matter what he told himself day after day after day, his only true audience would be the one that manifested itself when Dim was but a young boy. Only... this audience was nothing but detrimental, deprecatory, constantly beating the old man down. This has been the case for 56 years... [/i]