I'm are at the house train station at the end of the world. I didn't know it was end, not yet.
I started my walk, I saw parks and stores I'd never seen before and it rained until I was soaked to the bone. The discomfort didn't bother me much until after some reflection, today was meant to be a day of celebration after all. I followed the map till the streets became familiar again and then keep walking, had to reach them before the show. The maze of concrete and oil disoriented me, a few wrong turns and then I was lost, the void dragging me back before my mind overtook all rational thought. I remember a church
The static fizzles out and I'm somewhere else, Her room
By the bed sits the three, I sat and listened. "This still isn't about You, not really. It's about the things I would rather not face directly."
It crosses its legs
"I still remember Her voice clearly, soft tones and flowery words, one day I might not cry at the thought of it."
"I wouldn't change that day but I still have my regrets, I should have held Her longer, You will experience it all Seeker, you will grow angry at city lights, cry to digital echos, love and lose the forest got ahead of myself on this one. And most importantly you will face the static and the cold ice" It laughs sadly "It builds character.."
I leave, there is nothing for me here but memories now.
Circuits and alchemy divine my way bath to the path, the show and the drive goes on. This was a memory Seeker, do with it what you will.