In the cold damp nights soft whispers call out to us all sending a chill down our spines. Inaudible whispers only spoken in one's mind.
Reality drifts and travels a different road, as the whispers take grasp, gently carrying us to a place only one's inner sanctum will ever know.
Whispering winds whirl thru our thoughts, releasing our inhibitions and urging a loss of self control. Finding us on a path less traveled by our reluctant souls.
What lies in our hearts answers our dilemma once and for all. Right and wrong, good and bad, a destiny awaits you my friend, what choice shall you make? Influenced by whispers, think again.
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