I still remember the day he was born; it was the happiest moment of my life. Yet, why is he like this now, just looking at him gives me chills, those dead eyes without any light.

“honey, are you ok” I know this hasn’t been easy for her ever since he became like this.

“I’m fine… just tired I think I’ll go to sleep.”

Sigh

Ever since that day we found him outside, sitting under the tree, he hasn’t talked and doesn’t seem to acknowledge anything around him. I just do not understand, sure he was always quiet before and shy but not like this. Thankfully he still eats as long as you feed him and can use the restroom with help. However, how long will this last for now since he is so small it is not a big deal but if this continues…

Sigh

I should get some sleep as well we both have work tomorrow and we need the money.

I could see everything, at first I didn’t understand but, the more I saw the more I seemed to understand how and why things happened. At first everything was singular and separated but after a while I could see the connections. All the energies of the world had some connection to each other and there were so many like: clouds, thunder, rivers, lakes, ice, forests, trees, light, darkness, space, etc. There was so much everywhere I don’t know how long I saw this it all felt like a long dream to me.

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There were times where I could hear a soft and gentle voice whispering next to me but as time passed it happened less and less until one day that angelic voice which I felt was so familiar came but it wasn’t how I remembered it was as cold and chilling as ice. That was the last time I heard it I tried to understand why it changed and only being to see this world full of energies I naturally tried to see if they could show me an explanation.

I found many things that were soft and things that were gentle but things that were cold besides ice there weren’t many that grasped my attention. I loved seeing how the water was started soft and calm, it would become clouds and then become water again sometimes it would become strong, sometimes gentle, sometimes it would freeze and become solid and cold the more I saw it happen the more fascinating I found it.

Until, one day I became the ice I felt it go through its cycle many times. I became water, moisture, and ice not in any particular order it always depended on the environment this happened to the point that I lost myself I became the ice the ice became me.