• My hair flows throught the wind in the dark forrest
    coverd in white, my ears flicker up to the sound a howl on the icy moon lit night
    then silence, i walk closer and closer towards the sound awaiting a comanion of the past, i wonder for hours attempting to find my way through this empty wastland, feel alone cold and abanden, dark and hungry. Thought how long i wander i never get any were, so i sit on a hollow log prepared for a long deep rest....