| | Slowly but certainly, the mist shrouded the world. Seeing nothing, I went nowhere. The sound of the birds stopped (not that there were any to begin with). Blinded, directionless, I awaited my next hint. And the song started again. A song of foreign tongue. Not a sadly song. Not chilly. Not even ghostly.
I don't know the name of the song, but I was sure the song was... | |
