***A Last note from your narrator*** I am haunted by humans.

The water crumbles on it's way down as my hands and feet push me forward. The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color. It feels like it's being painted around me.

You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death

How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it - when you overcome it and cease to exist as the person you were.