A cold blue mist surrounds me, like a cold blanket.
Iβm down on both my knees, infront of the grave of my beloved brother.
I.. I really didnβt mean to.
I could hear the dirt crunching inwards behind me.
Closer and closer.
Forgive me!
I could feel its sharp breath scratching my neck.
I thought you could still breathe in there!
I felt the skeletal hands of a child on my shoulder.
He leaned...