The noise of a wall falling

I have awoken from a self-imposed sleep to find dust and rubble. Nine years of dust and rubble. Wiping my eyes to clear my vision to clear my vision there is still dust and rubble where once stood Pillars and walls of the lifestyle. What caused this? A poor foundation? Perhaps the maintenance was not as actively pursued? All I see is two that survived both sad both cannot console the other nor themselves and we are all at a lost.

When I first entere the private chat room we used to talk like this. We describe both action and emotions. Sadly this was in a time of my youth when things did not change as quickly there was always a warning before and a long time till it was over. I know things must change I just do not accept it as easily and I feel it moves too quickly. Before I go back into my sleep once again, hoping the world will be here when I wake I can only say to the survivors that I wish them both luck in their separate Journeys.

Cloud lies down and turns his head to face the darkness closing his eyes he drifts back into his dreams once again.