An Unexpected Channel
The air hums with energy, tingles with anticipation. Something is changing. I can sense it coursing through them like a raging river. It floods the town, an epidemic spread by word of mouth infecting each person with hope.
Only I, it seems, am immune.
I have no way to voice the questions that surface for there is no one there to answer. I am taboo. I am the skeleton in the closet of Castanet and I fear that is all I shall ever be. My only choice is to accept my fate and blanket myself in misery as night descends.