EP 10: Doom returns
Emberlyn Wolfsong
A lovely, gentle melody is playing in my head, as though it is trying to get my attention and pull me out of the pitch-black world I am currently staring at. It is difficult for me to concentrate and detect that song's distinct aroma. I feel like I am stuck in the middle of nowhere with my current situation.
I am staring around me, seeing nothing but pure blackness and not a single opaque thing to speak of. Sounds like they are trying to get my attention—loud voices whispering or perhaps echoing my name. This makes me clench tightly into my fists and scowl a little in my position. What in the world am I doing here? I contemplate in my head. What is preventing me from seeing? I groan as I continue to wonder, and then suddenly, with a jolt, I find mys
