Once again an intangible feeling of emptiness drifts upon your form, the ends of your body seem to be filtering through phases of cold and warm. Your hair seems to sway with an invisible wind as your body continues to fall through this seemingly endless abyss. Your mind begins to wander in your dream like state as the instrumentalists try out different notes and tunes with each other. Without realising anything a certain thought peers out from the shadows, your voice echoing throughout your mind as a realization hits you, hard. "It truly is a lonesome task wondering this dark and destitute place." Without warning your body abruptly stops its descending and slams against a rather hard object. Grunting from the pain you lean up, the instrumentalists stop their playing as they wonder what had happened. Softly through the corners of your ever dark surroundings you hear the light hearted notes of a flute, dripping within a somber and unrealistic type of calmness.
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Life's a Melody
ParanormalWarning; Depressing and touchy subjects are used within this text. If you feel uncomfortable, or can not handle these topics then please do not read. Thank you, Wynter. Lost within a dark and unruly world you struggle to find a way to peace. A lack...
