Communication…
It was a very common word, a word that people often took for granted, but it was only when I was isolated in a strange world, this world, Echoterra, with my own world coming to an end that I knew the importance of communication.
Every day, I lived in constant fear of death, in constant war with the world.
Every day, I face the grindingly ruthless crucible of Echoterra, fighting, striving, killing, expanding my territory just so I can survive.
Was it easy?
No. Definitely not. Sometimes, I feel like I'm on a moving train running so fast that I can't stop it. As if I'm on a ship moving violently across a sea and I have no control over it. Just flowing with the tide, without any control or finesse.
Sometimes, I feel like just dying.
'Why go through all this suffering?'
'Am I secretly a masochist?'
'Death is easy. Death is peaceful'.
'Why not just die?'
