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Memories, a distant blur, enveloped in a midnight mist.
Hope, riddled away, swept on a wind of endless velocity.

Milo stood on the edge. an endless void threatening to engulf him and wash away every fibre of him. and he had accepted it.

Milo was an indistingishable person, his light had faded many years ago and yet he could not bring himself to treat into the darkness afraid of its harsh cries and brutal charm.

He had lost everything. his friends were gone, fallen to faceless foes, abandonment eternal or simply left him to drift in his own sea of destitude, guilt and hopelessness.
his family didn't want to know him, he had strayed from their path to try and find his own, but when his path was blocked and he returned to find them; they had gone leaving only bitter ghosts of their former selfs to ridicule his abandonment of faith.

so Milo had wandered off alone. on his journey he met many people some of the light and some of the darkness. but Milo felt, that to them, he was simply a novelty, he had only so many uses before they got sick of him and moved on to something greater.

Milo did not blame them. he knew who he was and he knew that he was noone special, if anything he was simply a speck of dust flying through the air untill another gust came and stole him away.