I felt a cold chill running down my spine as I shot open my eyes to face a sky of grey. The air around me felt cold and lifeless in a sense. There was an eerie absence of sound, not even the pulse of my heart beat. I sat up and faced a large grey meadow. Everything was in black and white, not other color present. The grass swayed, but there wasn't any wind. I slowly got up to my feet, feeling lighter then I ever have, and moved slowly up a hill. I looked down and noticed the tattered cloth I wore, tears lingering on the ends of what looks to be a dress, held up by loose looking straps. I reached the top of the hill, looking out into more of the vast plains, to see a small pond. A few trees stood near it and what looks to be a silhouette of a man sitting on a bench. I made my way carefully over, stopping at the edge of the water, looking down to catch my reflection. A long head of grey hair sat atop my head. Pale looking skin, almost paper like and cheeks absolutely drained of color. My eyes, also a light grey color. I turned my head over to the man on the bench. His face was distorted and there was no easy way to distinguish if I knew him or not. He turned to me and I could see the other side of his face, absolutely drained of life. His short grey hair, and pale skin, but what stuck out the most was his eyes. They were the only thing I could see in color. A light blue. He looked.. sad. The longer I seemed to stare, the more the distortion on the other side of his face slowly took over his whole face. I looked back over the water and noticed a grey mist creeping closer. That's when I started to hear the noises. A dull static could be hear, almost distant sounding. I looked down at my hand and noticed the distortion take over. I looked past it, seeing my own face in the reflection of the water. Seeing my green eyes, glowing a dim light before being taken over by the fuzz of distortion.
