RarelyDefault

It's cold here. It's always cold. Yet it doesn't bother me. All it does it reminds me where I am and that I'm still breathing, staring at the great vastness that is my home region. Keep Going There it is again. The voice. After all these years, it finally whispers to me, finally filling the silence within my mind. I stopped asking where the voice came from, I knew I would never find the answer. I tried years to make them stop, to discover their motives but...nothing comes to mind. He's coming It's been saying that over and over. Who's coming? Why? Questions I know would never reach an answer. All I know is it's someone important. Someone