I have no idea how to start this post so i am going straight to what i want to bring across. Long long time ago, someone once reached out her hand to the mist in the darkness, attempting to bring him into the light. The mist thought that his place was all along in the darkness hence he shrugged off the hand. Despite that, that somemone tried a few more times before she finally gave up. The mist was already doubting his own resolve to be alone, being scolded and seen how much someone is trying... His heart started to waver.

One day, he saw this message, that someone believes that being happy is easier than being emo, he tried to believe it in, tried that way of life. Still, he realise its not possible for him. Time after time passes, he finally met her again and somehow he wanted to be in the light with her this time but never had the courage to do so, all he did was to look at her from afar...

Time passes again, this someone is perhaps walking on the border of the darkness, the mist wanted to help. Help her was all he thought but still its so hard. Hence he tried to talk to her, but nothing can be read from her. The door to the maze of thoughts remained close to him. The mist thought he needed to know more, wanted to know more hence he started the hunt. With the thought that she shouldnt be in the darkness, the mist continue, hoping that one day he could be of help to her...