The many faces of 3 - 1: Press start to feel lonely.

And here, i find myself in a world beyond, lacking the surroundings that nurtured me. They died and it killed me with them.
Here, i move around still and speak hollow for there is no future for a wraith. Softly the things i see reflect moments past, people i loved, places i lived.
I see the old stores long gone, i hear the voices now silent. A feather of time falling from the avery, heard and felt by none.