A blur memory of his own self sitting on a hilltop, holding a hand, soft like a delicate flower. 'The earth delights to feel your feet, and the wind longs to play with your locks. Here I am becoming envious of them.'
His memory contributed to the last part of the missing sentence from the message card. His hazy mind also remembered picking something tiny, fallen on the ground, next to him. He slowly tried to see past the girl's face, but the voice again screamed into his ears, decreeing him to get back. 'I warned you about the consequences....'
''Stop...'' He screamed; the gravel voice was turning him insane.
''Devin...are you okay_''
'Yet you didnot listen to me on that day.'
This time the voice turned orotund.
'Stop digging for your memories if you don't want to end up dying.'
