Personal Narrative-Lullaby Fairyland

Lullaby Fairyland
The hour hand scampered a whole tour, whilst my gaze is continuing its fixation on the first line of this extraneous letter. Visually interrogating this lightless and bare chamber, a mist of acquaintanceship belabours my bare pores as vile as an electric-shock. Increasing the scan through this sheet of mystery, the sturdier the tingling sensation becomes down at the back of my neck.
“You shall, not want to observe your future cry, but can you pass your own soul with a pair of bloody hands?” I keep repeating meanwhile attempting assemble this puzzle. I move a piece, and a needle pounds through my brain threading on weights. Persistent recalling was definitely a method for disposing time, but the rapid heart beating that occurs from just a murderous letter have stained my soul.
“Excuse me father, I’m going for a jog-”, I begin.
“Just leave,” he cuts.
As I drag myself across the plains of Everest, I can feel rocks piling in my heart and the boxing match amongst the chambers in my discernment. Accelerating my pace, I begin to run, “Run, recollect and lose these heartless souls that delays your future” my mind echoes. When cars slam on the brake because of an obstacle, there was a reason, but for humans, I contemplate on why I slam my brakes.
Gradually, I statue by
Will you trust me?” she offers and I would follow. Walking through the tranquil, frozen plains, a new scent whisks-by every few distances I make. They are such dear aromas, and with each sniff, visuals approach my awareness. I forgo my vision as I link hands with Âme who promises to support me. Warmth replenishes my heart as I reminisce the irreplaceable smiles I could have had. Impulsively, unforeseen glacial breeze wraps my physique unrestingly. Continuing with my blindness, a snout-striking odor of flourished blood travels through my veins and I see memories of restless waves. I open my eyes as Âme’s guidance