So, this may mark the end of our story, yet my story telling hasn't even hit the halfway mark. You reach back into my world looking for answers, yet I haven't found any clues leading to mine. Great times, sweet memories, and also bad ones too. Which ones out weight the others? Would the timespan, the amounts of laughs and thoughts of great memories move the clouds away of the bad ones? Or will the storm that shook this world and left it for dead keep it forever changed? Mountains moved and destroyed, volcanoes lay there now. Clear blue waters, oceans filled with life...gone...replaced with soot and gravel from debris of a lost people....
