Chink. Chink. Chink. Over and over and over. This was the only thing I was used to, the only thing that let me know that I was alive and not banished to a next-life of hell in the Nether. Maybe I was. I wouldn't know, I had been mining my whole life; the only light I had ever seen was the dim yellow from the torches.

Chink. Chink. Chink. Now that I thought about it, what did the overworld look like? I couldn't remember. Was there even an overworld, or was that just a rumor, did the stone and coal and iron spread out forever?

Chink. Chink. Clunk. I looked down, being startled out of my mindless digging. Iron. Maybe I would receive extra food, maybe even roasted… No, I wasn't important enough for that. I rang the bell that I carried with me, and a Miner Cubian like me came down and gave me a stone pickaxe, unlike the cheap wooden one I usually carried. I banged the iron, once, twice, three times, until it collapsed and gave its precious ore. Again, I thought about the thick banging of the stone pickaxe, compared with the light plunk of the wooden one. There wasn't much else I could think about, except how all the cobblestone surrounded me, pulled me down…

Chink. Chink. Chink. I quickly began mining, so that I didn't have to think about that. I thought instead about the sun, a mythical warm cube of heat that coated you with light. I paused to imagine it, but it was difficult in the dreary cold of the cave. I looked longingly up toward the top of my downward facing tunnel, but all I saw was the torch lit barracks.

Chink. Chink. Chink. It was all a dream, wasn't it, the overworld. The sun was a figment of their imagination, created only to think of something better.

Bonk. Bonk. Bonk. Bedrock. I couldn't go on, I could only go up. So I did. Bit by bit, until the bell rang, and we were called to the barracks to sleep.

Chink. Chink. Chink. The sound haunted my dreams every night, I looked around for a friend, someone that could help me, but my room was empty, except for me. I had forgotten, yet another friend had died in the lonely tunnels, being crushed by gravel, or eaten by a spider in an underground cave, the options were endless. So many had died, I no longer remembered their names, or their personalities, even their stories were fading away.

Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of the workers' feet on the cobblestone floors as they ran to their location, me just fading into the roar of a hundred pair of feet. I was the same as them, just fading to nothing…

No! This was not life, these endless rhythms and noises and the suspense that greeted you every day in the tunnels, not knowing if you were going to survive. His heart beat with a different sound now, not dull and lifeless, but loud and alive! I rang a diamond bell, and a diamond pickaxe was brought to me.

Clink, Cli… My chains that bound me broke. Step by step, I ran up the staircase, pushing aside the supervisors and bureaucrats. This was my life! Soon they stopped trying to stop me.

Ploosh. Ploosh. Ploosh. My feet squished onto the grass.

Bump. Bump. Bump. My heart pounded with feeling.

Crack. Crack. Crack. I forced my head to look at the sky.

Fall. Fall. Fall. I fell to the ground.

Free. Free. Free. I was finally free.