Im running, not the fastest I’ve ever ran, not nearly, hell maybe not even the fastest I’ve ran this week but still much faster than I anticipated when I chose these shoes this morning. **There are still yells ringing out in the distance as I push my way through the trees**, I can only hope Ari is following me. There is no reasonable explanation for this so I won’t try and make one.

That being sa...

It’s beautiful it really is, abandoned, a fossil of times come before, hopefully that is, I mean as beautiful of an area as I’ve found myself in I think I’d much rather be alone in it than find a small civilisation living in a long buried castle. But maybe that’s just me.

No matter that I still need a place to sleep, and hide, and exist. I need a home and this is about as lucky as I’m ever going...

There’s a monster in these woods or so these stories say, no matter the truth no monster nor forest is worse than going back _there_ and so I don’t stop running deeper into the trees. I’m lost I know I am, I definitely know I’ve been running a while when some sort of fog starts to rise to my knees, I don’t know what that means all I know is it feels so much more unnatural than it looks, if I were ...

You would think a writer should be able to articulate their thoughts a bit more than this but given the circumstance I think I can be excused. This is a dream, a weird dream but a dream I am sure.

I don’t write about monsters, the supernatural, or anything of the sort but last night something compelled it, I remember now that I wrote of something wholly inhumane.

_Whistling through the cracked ...

The cold cried at the embers

What did you do?

Till the soil down past stone

What did you do?

Chant until rain no longer falls

What did you do?

The silent plea from the earth

What did you do?

(My first attempt at poetry, it’s lyric poetry srry it’s not great)...

My hands are wet and cold, and still I can see **_her_**. The broken mirror falls around it’s own corroded base and I slide down the wall, reserving myself to sit with my head buried in my knees once again, but the mirror is still there, the top shattered off and the glass now uneven, but still I see **her** in front of me all the same.

The blood falls from my fingers and yet I see **her**, cradl...

The birds circled overhead as Emil sat on the floor the grass still somewhat wet beneath him from the cold nights before it was still cold of course but it was brighter, and louder, it feels more alive but chances are none of that really needs to be said. He leans against the tree stood behind him, It’s not _that_ bad really, or better put _it could probably be worse. _

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But it isn’t, it is what...