It was dark and silent, the voice of the wind was all I could hear. I couldn't see where I was and I didn't hear any voices and it appeared I was by myself. I started running as fast as I could to see where this path would take me but to be honest, there was no path I was running nowhere. It's not like I could see anything in the dark of the night anyway, I was hearing these other voices beside me when I started seeing things. I began running again to escape this reality, but it wasn't working. The voices were only getting louder and the images were only getting clearer. I stopped. I sat there right on the ground. The ground was wet and felt like grass. I held my knees to my chest and rested my head on my knees and I sat there and cried, I cried to myself. I could hear the voices but I didn't understand what they were saying. I tried to remember how I got here but I don’t, I don't remember.