#184 Whispers

It's how it all started.

The voices.

In the twilight hour, they whispered.

We heard them at the crossing.

Through a veil.

They gave advice we needed to hear at the time.

The advice was often simple.

Always sincere.

Time to wake up. Talk to her. Remember to breath.

They guided us in a way.

We thought forwards.

And not every step on the road is hard.

Until it becomes hard.

That step.

The voices wavered, as they always did.

A life with twilight speech

The whispers.

They don't take kindly to being ignored.

The world expects much.

But not them.

And never the people they drive.

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