The world is full of monsters.

A world of complete darkness is normal to the people of the world. It is commonplace to identify others by voice, vocal announcement, or other things like long sticks to poke around the place.

This world of darkness was bleak. For we could see no colors, see no sights, and we could not see what we'd eat. Only able to identify by the smell. This world of darkness was rumored to be a safety measure.

"If you can't see them, they can't see you."

The world is full of monsters.

Ear=witness accounts of individuals few, and far between who knew what everyone didn't want to—the existence of the monsters that plague our world. The chances of encountering them are way lower due to the fact we cannot see each other the same way we cannot see them. However, we couldn't see the monsters in our minds. 

The details and the stories of these monsters varied from survivor to survivor. Whether we hear true accounts or false, one certain thing is the fact that those who don't believe them tend to live like the rest of us. But those who are willing to chase after the monsters mentioned have possess great chances of not returning.

This is what happened to Father.

My Mother sounds nice. She sounds supple and sweet, and she is a wise woman. Sweet in her head, sour in her heart. 

She tells me stories of the monsters. The ones that took a father from us. She tells me about how this wasn't the first time the monsters had taken her "love" from her. 

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She said her heart was dumb.

When I'd asked her what this meant, she'd told me that her heart had dulled her brain. She told me that she loved "thrill-seekers". She loved "tornado-chasers". She said she'd loved me because I'd been like my father.

It is difficult to do what I do with the lack of sight. I like high places. I like to jump, I like to run, I like to explore. I hear every word about monsters that go on in our world. I hope I'll never run into monsters.

My Mother said my adventurous nature is the reason she'd trust me. A family heirloom. 

On the day she passed away, she'd told me a specific location. We find our way around with maps based on touch. Landmarks can be "seen" through sounds. I followed the directions she'd told me to follow, and I arrived after a long time. 

For the very first time, I'd seen something. A Light.

I'd found a small. A small with no sides. My hand could go all the way around it. It was smooth and had no sides. It looked like my balled-up hand. It looked like my eye felt in my head. 

Mother had buried this low, low into the ground. She'd told me to dig and I was finally able to find it. I found it before any Monsters could take it away.

So there I was, the only one with light. The only one with the power to see.

In this world of monsters.

Mother had given me instructions. There was a very tall. A big tall that I had to make my way to. Once I could make my way to the tall, I could put the small in the tall. Light would be everywhere. 

But I didn't know what this would do. 

How big were the monsters? Were they so big that we were a fist-small to them? Would turning on this light bring nothing but bad?

However, I knew something the others didn't.

On the day of my mother's death, amidst my sadness and sorrow, I was able to be informed by another runner like I. He'd claimed to have killed a monster. He'd claimed the monsters were able to be harmed. If there was anyone that I could go to for information, it would be him.

He was "Nydd". Nydd was smart, I'd met him while doing my adventures. He'd told me to be wary of the monsters. He said he could make "things". These things would harm. These "harm-things" by his account were able to hurt and kill the Monsters. 

If I can get to Nydd and get the information and the monsters are not too big or too strong, we can light up the tall with the small. We can bring light! We can bring "love"

to this world of Monsters.