Our superlative Emperor Titus had no power over the ineffable wrath of The Titans, no ability to cease the terror & oblivion that befall our wondrous paradise... But that doesn't matter... Nothing matters anymore... Nothing but my Child... And yet... I can feel the flames deteriorating my mind, destroying my existence... No, no, no, no, no, no ,no... Nothing but my Child...

Does it ever seem like the wind is whispering to you, as it flows through all that is? Those who have learnt some of the true ways of the world may know the truth on that matter. That it is not the wind but the plant life that speaks the unspeakable, for the flora, the vegetation, knows more of you than you know of it. When something is intelligent, humane in its own way, then it longs to learn, discover, do and make itself known. If something is truly sentient but its unable to show it, to communicate with others, it will do anything, anything at all. When something is imprisoned within itself, that is when a true anomaly will occur...

A Short horror story about what you don't know about yourself...