Hiding away

The voices are angry and screaming in my head...sometimes i can understand them, sometimes it just burns and itches and pains me to think.

I tried to run, to soak up the sun, but the fog starts to hurt and pain me...so i hide away and watch.

There they are, i found the dreamer again! The path inside the darkness is still there...no traps...

Voices say it is not yet too late...if i could only find a dagger they described again...