'....is the way. Why don't you like us, are we not the same? All you got to do is follow us and we'll show you the way to the underground city.' Voices chanted against the little lassie's head as she stirred from her sleep, though, the young girl was rather used to this indeed. She was named Insonia for a reason, she was a curse. And at points the young girl didn't know if you could take it anymore. A soft cry escaped her lips as she tried to make the voices go away, but she knew better then that, she knew they wouldn't. "Please s-stop!" She cried, and then it all went silent. And for once she could hear the nature. The voices would only leave her alone if she had enough, and would beg them to stop. The top time they would leave her alone would be an hour give or take before they would hurt her mind with thoughts once again. Breathing out and flattening her ears across her small crown, the young corrupted girl would then find herself in the most beautiful garden. This was her secret. The secret of how she heard voices that no one else heard. 'I am not insane..' She chanted in the silence of her own mind. Standing up, she found herself surrounded in the most beautiful amount of flowers, a confused yet peaceful look upon her fa?ade features. Though the young girl did not understand that she would soon be in the presence of another being.
