It was dark, cold, and unbearable…
It was his grave, he deduced…
What an irony, being the poor street performer he was, to die trapped within a cavity filled to the brim with all kinds of jewels and gems…
It was something he wished for desperately for his whole life…
And now that he got it, he would soon die…
His stomach grumbled and he fell off to the ground, tired, sleepy, hungry, and weak… Just for how long was he captured within that place? Days? Weeks? How could he tell the time in that darkness?
How did he end up there?
All he did was follow his so-called uncle's directions. Get the lamp and I will get you back.
But something felt wrong about the man who was waiting for him by the hole. His glare, his large smirk, the way he asked for the lamp before his nephew's hand.
Aladdin couldn't help but be disturbed by it all and ran back.
But the entrance collapsed behind him.
