You do not recognize the voices that echo throughout your own mind. The memories are not your own but you follow them. You let them guide your hand in this broken world to a goal you cannot see, only feel. How do you know you can trust them, Wasn't it trust that got you here in the first place? Got us here in the first place...? You believe you can control it but ill tell you now, no one can control fate. Or at least you couldn't, until now... (This is a big WIP novel. Im aiming for updates every Wednesday or Friday but im lazy so stick with me. Ratings/Follows/Favorites are also extremely appreciated!) (Cover arts by @Arch-Mazter)