Orbs are lingered by the darkness as I see woe upon my thoughts by reality. Then I was wakened up by the sound of the siren, holding me tight on the edge of my sanity, catching my attention, and yet all these things feel like a dream. Written on these walls are the names of those who have been expecting me but this secret has been kept all along, shoving me to the bright light of love. Yet, I will always miss this touch of ardor tinted by a heart of gold. ㅤ