Blades of grass, taller than I, as I scramble through twisting vines. I see no light. I hear no voices other than my own. All around me, I sense no signs of life. As I near the edge of this field of grass, I see a vision of myself gazing through. I reach out and try to grasp some part of me, but all I hold is an empty shell of where my soul used to be. Still, I go on cause I know this time, I will find another part of me to make my soul complete.