AuroraThorne

When warmth is stolen by darkness hand, who will hear the cries? Ones that are silent are never heard, but always seen. One that echo in an empty area, are ...

The only sounds in these halls are those of old time memories, filled with laughter and fun, now only silence. Now the old lockers no longer hold books and coats, ...

Something is out there Something I cannot see Is it close? Or Is it far? Is it harmless? Or Is it dangerous? No one knows Something is here, watching me ...

Where do we go when our minds wander? Is it a dream? Is it a memory? Is it a song? Is it a story? Or… Is it nothing? What do ...