Rain poured from the sky, soaking the vast greens below. My clothes did nothing, but take in this rain. I stared upwards. I should be shivering by now, but I'm not...I can't. I'm numb. Clouds let little light pierce through with only the darkness and melancholy splashes of dread as a reminder to the tragedy left behi...
"It's cold." a girl roughly the age of 7 stated as she stared down at her snow-covered hands. 'Pure white snow Miyako.' echoed a ghostly voice, strangely like her own. The girl, Miyako, looked left and right, trying to find the voice only the be met with silence. She casted her gaze back onto her hands. "What is pur...