I went to Detroit a couple summers back with my church youth group on a mission trip. One afternoon, I was hanging out with some other...

The ghostly eyes Of the moon peek through Branches of trees. Murmurs of my forgotten Histories swirl and Dance, gently Caressing my hair...

Her eyes slowly blinked open. Her gaze moved around the long room, but seemed to take nothing in. Helia was shivering; her bare feet...