Clover stood at the middle of darkness; he felt terrified and isolated. He had been walking for who knows how long, and could not keep tracked how much distance he crossed. He did not meet anyone aside the pure darkness obscure his vision.
At first, he always believed he would eventually met someone, but it came to the point his belief dissipated into thin air. He saw nothing but darkness, and he could not even see beyond his upper torso.
This was the first time he was isolated, and thus could not help but feel horrified, as he kept calling the names of his love ones. Rose… Eleanor… My adopted parents… My Friends… Where are you? He kept muttering, as his eyes lost its focus.
It did not long when his vision came back to reality when his peripheral vision caught a shadow stood and watched him from afar. Strangely, despite the darkness, it did not became a distraction to notice the shadow.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!