He woke up. He was surrounded by the darkness, his memorys were hard to remember. He felt around him. A patch of grass. It was green like his hair. Then he remembered his name. William. But he didn’t feel like himself anymore. His body was frail. He wasn’t human anymore. A husk of his former self. A stain left on this world after his demise. He was tired. Then he felt a presence, but no one was there. No one ever was. He was always alone. But that isn’t a problem. The silence comforts him