I'm cold. I'm always cold.

Where am I?

Who are you?

Why can't I hear my own voice?

Who am I?

"Hello??" I finally called out into the silent void. All I heard in return was an echo.

I lifted my hand up and looked on it. A name was written there in black marker, obviously traced over, seeing as under it was faded versions of the same name were written under it. Looking closely at the slightly faded, messy writing, I read it out loud. "Kyra." I waited for something to happen. What was this name? "Kyra...?" I asked the empty air. there was no response.

In my pocket was a thick black marker.

I took of the cap and wrote it again. Kyra.

Who was Kyra?