How dark, how cold, is the ocean bottom? The whale was deemed the world's loneliest animal. Whales do not travel in groups, instead they take up a wide space alone. Their cries are loud enough to span miles, but no one hears them.

Sometimes I feel like I'm one of them. I'm singing at my best but no one's hearing it. At those times I really want company... sometimes the things I sing about are important, sometimes they are just mundane. I sing about the sands of the bottom, and rays of light of the top. And I know I'm the only one here, but I shout anyway. I see others in groups, and I feel envy, but my loneliness is the price for power, for wealth. I have the love of a million, but not the love of one. Am I lucky, or am I pitiful? I worked hard to get here. There was a time when I had nothing, I slept in the subway, in the training room, because I had nothing in my pockets. I had to lower my head and discard my pride so I could survive. I spilled blood and sweat, but I still had to repay my debt.

Even putting in effort comes with a price.

Back then I didn't even have the chance to work hard. I was burdened by expectations, enslaved by bitter hope. Yet I was out of this world... And now I'm at the center of it. I've lost something in this struggle. My voice still rings loud, but my heart beat is cold.

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