Voices whispered in the darkness sucking in the despair of the souls lost in
the void. If the voices remained lost, then the people left in the world who
had been touched were destined to share the same fate as the disembodied
souls who could not find their way home or reach their final destination to
rest in peace.
An arm reached out from above to pull Rianne from the quicksand. A bolt of
lightning shook the sky and the arm disappeared dissolving into nothing. No
evidence of the man who had tried to save her. Time was running out and soon
the souls who had been lost in the void for almost an eternity would rear
their heads and turn this quiet jungle, a pit of quicksand, into a place
where the only goal would be to survive from yourself and all your
insecurities.
In Rianne's apartment, a finger twitched in the darkness on the hand
attached. Rianne methodically began tracing the foreign letters on the page
clutched in her hand. It was from an old journal from ancient times.
