There was this long, dark, and empty hallway stretched before me. I felt dizzy as I made my way through, stumbling with my own two feet and balancing my instability by bouncing my hands from one side of the wall to the other. Every time I stared down it felt like the floor kept on twisting and twisting…
The Dark Times were indeed prosperous Sam…
I gasped, turned my head to look behind me: nothing, nobody; not a single speck of dust, just dimness.
But it also wrought deprivation and absolute isolation…
A piercing ache grasped a hold of my chest, “Who,” I felt out of breathe, “Caused… who caused it?”
The Funerals embedded a tragedy that forced the Council dictators and diplomats to take immediate action: seeing this turn of unexpected events the new President signed the commanding contract that radically changed our civilization and way life.
I stooped over out of breath, “What were the Funerals?”
I wish I could tell you Sam, but you’re far too young for to comprehend that knowledge.
I covered my mouth feeling a profound eruption about to release from my mouth. I sneezed with a splatter of disgusting and thick crimson goo dripping from my hand. I stared at my uncontrollably quivering hands.
But in due time you’ll discovery many, many things, but be patient…