There is this large world around us. And the Earth has been spinning in the wrong direction. The skys are clouded by misanthrope, and followed by cynics. An atmosphere where hope is misguided, and dreams are threatened.

There is no timeline.

Clocks are a material item.

As are days, months, years.

Imagine a child who has no spark of an idea, from the difference of day and night. Other than shades of dark and light. Become the unknown figure that whispers the truth that will never fade.

and a special thanks to someone who introduced me to this site.

Kellan (cough cough)