I don't know how long I have been here now. Seems like forever. I begin to wonder where Ravakil is. Is he here, or is he somewhere out there? Somewhere in that endless darkness, far from my sight and small area around myself. The dark room my mind made to comprehend this. There is nothing though that can truly do that. To do so is just madness, but to put a name to this madness is all I can do. I wonder even more now about it all. Is there madness here, or does insanity and sanity mean nothing here? Too many questions with answers I will never get or at least do not think I want to know.

    This silence is pushing me further into insanity. Being alone, or being watched. I couldn't help but hope that Ravakil would just appear. Out of nowhere, the word slipped. I spoke his name.

    It was not long after I did that the mist that I saw before returned, recreating the guide in almost the same manner as when we first met. He came into being, taking form before me.

    "You called Prey?" He asks, staring at me.

    "Yes.... but how did you hear me? I was quiet when I said your name." I asked him.

    "The silence makes it easy to hear you." he answers.

    "You said there are others right?" I asked.

    "So many others indeed." he responds with a chuckle.

    I paused after hearing his dreadful response. "Did they hear me?"

    "Yes, and no." he says. "Yes they heard you, but there are many things that can be heard here. It's our choice though to ignore it if we want to or to pursue it. However, here in this lovely emptiness, filled with ourselves and the darkness; we tend to ignore a lot or distance ourselves so far away that everything remains quiet. I guess we just love our silence."