It came went like a wandering dream. It was never sure of it's own exsistence. Drifting along the tides of tomarrow and yesterday. Never living the day, only surviving untill tomarrow. It watches it's own life passes by and doesn't partisipate. Afraid of it's own actions, not wanting to let go. In us all there is a little corner that we lock off. We don't want it know by any, not even are own concessness. We inharently fear our own selves. We
are afraid of what will happen if we loss control. Will we hurt others, will we hurt our selves. Or will we simple relize that we have a hidden talent or skill. We must open our selves up to this inner prison. We must remove
the vail that hides it from our thoughts. For if we don't face our fears, our fears will consume us and we will be left a mear husk. Shadow of our former selves. So venture into the shadowed valley. Go out into the dark and
face the mosters that await. But do not travel alone. Bring with you, your light. Let your light brigten your way and bring you home. Look around and you will see your light. Venture into the Imortal Darkeness, for in the end we will all become part of the Midnight Beauty and QuickSilver Light.