A dark confusion, and the smell of blood. The sound of death, and the taste of sadness. I see light, not sunrays, but the glow of lost souls and wondering life orbs. The place is evil and torture. I am stuck with a burning memory forever of the horrid sight. I am from a shadowed place, but this is just worst. I grew up seeing death and murder, but there was still love. Dare I not speak out loud of the bond called love here? To the sparkling streams of light in the fog and smoke, it was a myth. I flinch and cringe at the screaming bodies from centuries of torture. I try to run the pain is starting to be inflicted on me by the revenge-crazed minds of those who are no more. I then see a tall dark silhouette figure. I wonder if it’s human. It walks towards me as I try to turn, implanted in place like a willow tree. I feel a brush on my cheek, then I see the face. A familiar like, now a bursting love. My tears fall on to the dusty dirty floor. Water mirrors around my feet and I melt away into the puddle.