The mist surrounded his limp body, eroding his dreamless sleep with silent chants "Hush child"; The words soon became a stutter of a loosley told riddles "the darkness". "the deep end". He had the means to ask "who are you? What does this mean?", But his voice was gone;supressed into nothing but a raspy whistle of his soul. So he sat in the darkness, cold and lost, listening to the soft chants of the shadows.