It seems that my mind is displaced on this day, that the red haze that has been fogging it lately is completely overtaking it, even the whispers are silent. I do not think, and I do not feel, I do not reason or rhyme I simply am existant. I am instinct, I am a breath, I am here one moment and vanished into the crevices the next. I know nothing but movement, I know nothing but a strange emptiness. I miss my Ruvindra, and without her I am losing whatever ppieces of myself that had lingered. I do not exist as Nero the individual, no I am existant as a wolf, but not as myself. All individuality was gone without a trace, all that was left was the sharply tuned instinct. I am a high strung instrument gone out of tune, a weapon wreacking havock, and I have no direction. I am living and breathing and simply existentiantial, for there are no voices forcing my hand, there are no thoughts in the haze, nothing. And so I run as is the simplest thing to do, run and let one's heart sing.

I do not think where I am running to, because that is not my way right now I just simply run. I have nothing left within the frame of this leftover body, there is no life brimming over the edges and spilling out, there is simply a running ghost, yes a ghost. I am the ghost that haunts those that live, just so that I can lay my denied eyes upon what used to be what I was. I am the ghost that wants to feel once more, and maybe this is why I am running. I do not know if this is the reason, maybe I will never know why I am running, or if I am running from or to something. I do not even watch where I am running, did not seek to change my course, that is until my son appears, and I throw myself back as much as I am able to slide and dig my paws in to stop. Tesseract has found me. Tesseract is going to confront my ghost. I am the ghost he seeks answers from. Does the ghost have answers? My pale sky eyes meet his, the crimson swirling around the pupils, alluding to the red fog that obscures my mind.

He speaks and I shift slightly, alert and attentive. If he asks questions of the ghost the ghost must think so I can answer, and I cannot think right now so I must try to get rid of the ghost and become Nero once again. "I haunt. I am lost. Where... do I belong?" Yes I do not belong, not anymore. I must just ghost across these lands like a memory.