Hey! I'm not sure how my story's going to go for now, so I'm not going to have a description yet. But I'll try now. 5/6/18 --__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__-- Darkness is all I can see, feel and breathe. Slowly, too slowly, the darkness starts to dissapate and I am moving. Why I'm moving is unknown to me. Why I am also running is a mystery but on an instinctual level, I know I must keep running. Suddenly I remember everything, like a story unfolding in front of me. --__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__-- Sorry but I have no clue where the story's going. Thanks for reading it anyway. Any of the strange words except for Catkinag (Cat-in-ag, the k is silent) are Portuguese.