Across the frozen land, beyond the barren trees is a stone building. They have not one name for it, for they don't know of it. Its decaying oh so slowly, emerald vines creeping up its stone frame, as a single stone falls to the ground. The only sound to be heard is that of the whispering wind. It weaves ancient tales that most will never hear. Stumbling, my weary feet drag through the snow. The cold seems to tickle my feet, my legs, my fingers, my whole self. I don't mind the feeling, the cold seems to be friendly. The small silhouette of the stone home comes into my blue eyes, wavering in the distance. The distance.... Its not to far. Not after all that. I might collapse soon, at least I'll know then. Dancing shadows swirl about, their silent mouths singing, though I'll never hear.
I'm there now. And amongst the emerald vines, and falling stones. You are there. All alone, but anything but lost. Anything but...
I'm there now. And amongst the emerald vines, and falling stones. You are there. All alone, but anything but lost. Anything but...
