Masked

This is the story of a lost race of people. I know I'm spoiling the ending for you here, these people being lost and all, but it's really not so simple. The human race has a habit of destroying. They have destroyed their Earth, their people, their hopes and dreams. We were no exception to their tendencies. I can no longer breathe through lungs or whisper with lips, but I can tell you my story. It is one of pain and joy and love and hate. It is quite wonderful if I do say so myself. I promise you, by the end of this tale, you will find something strange. Have you not ever wondered why wind seems to whisper and the tides impersonate staggering breath? Listen, and I will tell you all.