wind swirls around the portal of tragedy,when darkness whistles afar.You step in to your doom,and it sucks you into nothingness , just a flicker of hope , the most rarest thing you have.
You build up your hope.Snow sinks your feet in deep chill like quicksand, but courage arrives , with perfect
timing to save you from the portal's infinite wrath,and wraps its warm coat around
you,making you feel better despite the howling warning of the breeze,
now more wilder than a breeze. You reach out your hand to the foggy sky and
shout for help. Only your echo answers back,
but any sane and courageous person know that's a sign
that help is always on it's way,even if you don't feel it.