Come Angels of Unknown.
"Hello?" she whispered in her tired voice, worn out by the years.
"Don't be affriad, Miss," said a quiet voice. It didn't come from any particular place in the room- as If the air itself was talking to her.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice quivering.
"Who do you want me to be?" whispered the voice.
"Don't be affriad, Miss," said a quiet voice. It didn't come from any particular place in the room- as If the air itself was talking to her.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice quivering.
"Who do you want me to be?" whispered the voice.