...distant mountains looked to be miles away. famailiar trees and srubs passed for the forth time. you were giving up. life it self was a blur, the only sight you saw was pigments. just color blurs. nothing seemed what is was. nothing could control the insanity the lives and expanded in your brain, what brain everyone thought of yo as dumb, stupid or dememted. all this was true you were nothing but a living wreck. you were truely abnormal, you could barely count to ten, yet find your way to a home. this was crazy. what you need was a friend. you wander the unknown lands. you come across a stone with writing, writen in what looked like blood. sundenly you can see the text clearly it reads...
