Winter

You wake at the bottom of a well. The walls are close, covered in old words — carved deep in some places, scratched thin and half-legible in others, layered over each other the way things get written when they're written more than once. Some of it you don't recognize. Some of it you know by heart, because you're the one who put it there, one bad year at a time.

Which ones are carved deepest?

Choose up to two.

Are there other words scratched into this wall — ones only you would recognize?