Not that you've been counting the days. It's hard to do that in your head when you can't see the sun. The gurgling and sloshing of Alledine's stomach is quite distracting, too. You find it difficult to recall even important details, like what the witch turned you into in order to render you helpless in her stomach. Given how much you've been able to observe, you know she likes baked treats, but also sometimes swallows mice and lizards. Though, none of them were born that way. For the last... however long it's been, you've felt the dull sting of the newt's weak gastric acid. You can't wash it off, as it's not coating you in the physical sense, merely draining the energy from your immortal soul. In the coming years, you'll eventually forget whose belly you're sealed away inside. What the sun looks like. Why you even came here to begin with...
All you will know is the inescapable sting of the chubby witch's digestion chamber~

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