Whispers
The whispers come during times of weakness. They penetrate my mind with promises of friendship. I'm dreaming but I'm wide awake. I feel hollow. Empty. And there's this terrifying coldness welling up deep in my heart. Growing stronger e
Day 10.
It's dark and cold. The sky is dead. I'm okay.
Day 50.
It's deep, stretches on forever. The craters eat me up. Life goes on.
Day 100.
The sky is closing in on us. We're fighting but we're losing. The whispering won't stop. The chains rattle on.
I want to go home.
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