New Beginnings | Chapter 199

A hoarse cough from a hoarse throat resounded. The darkness rolled and churned, accompanied by the endless silence of the stale air that had been circulating in the same, enclosed space for who knows how long.

Occasionally, a whisper would fill his ears. The whisper of someone dear, a whisper from the dead, a whisper from those who are to come, a whisper of now, and the endless possibilities of the impossible.

He could imagine. He could imagine the fact that outside, everything continued as always, not batting an eye on him nor any other person. The wind howled as always, with dark yellow clouds blanketing them from the unknown. They moved, but to where?