Crystal Raine Meadows
The harsh, howling winds were blowing too cold, almost to the point of making someone hypothermic.
I don’t know where I am, but all I know is that I’m looking for something, someone that is so dear to me.
My knees wobble as I fought for it to stand steadily although it’s almost about to reach its peak, I can’t stop here, I’m not there yet.
I raised my head as I felt my numb lips quivering because of the cold. There's a storm, but I’m not being drenched by those massive raindrops.
My eyes then gazed on the side when I saw something changed, the scenery brought me to another place where it’s dark, eerie, and frightening.
All I see is nothing but eternal darkness, is someone here? If there are, how can they withstand this kind of darkness?
A faint cry was to be h
