This is my seventh message to you. When I made it through the fog to the other side of the mountain I had peace. I would find this peace many times in my life below the golden pearl glow of those families that had carved a place into the wilds of the world. Sadly, the peace of this golden glow teeters on the edge of the deep dark fog. At the time I met Adam and Eve, I did not know the power of our family's light, but by the time I had left the place I knew that there were things far more important than the colors we shine in the darkness. I only hope that you find this before the fog can swallow you whole.

This is my sixth message to you. I did not want to return to my great grandmother's apartment after watching my mother erupt. People will tell you that you have no choice when you are so young, but they are wrong, stuck in the cycles that keep their light burning under the weight of the sun. We are unlucky, trapped in the wilds of this world just as everyone was before cities and suburbs were built for them to roam in. However, this means we are free to wander as we will, and learn what we must to survive in the depths of the dark fog. Do no worry, you will always be blessed by our family's light. I only hope that you find this before the fog can swallow you whole.

This is my fifth message to you. Peace in this world is hard to come by. When you meet others you will find that they do not understand the nature of letting go of your light. However, we are cursed, able to understand the nature of why we must continue to breath it as freely as the air. When I fell into the creek behind the Park Place Apartments I worried that I would never find my peace again. Luckily, I am blessed by our family's light. I only hope that you find this before the fog can swallow you whole.

This is my fourth message to you. When I fell into the fog behind the Park Place Apartments I found myself chasing the man trying to save my baby brother. I was not strong, but I was determined, and the fog did not stop me from taking small steps to confront the man and deal with the darkness I became trapped in. I only hope that you find this before the fog can swallow you whole. 

This is my third message to you. When I first met the man I was living at the Park Place Apartments under the roof of my Great Grandmother Cleo. Her light was warm and so was her home, but after the man began to torment me I left that safety to understand the reasons why no one else could see him. I decided to wander beyond the light of the sun for the first time. I only hope that you find this before the fog can swallow you whole.

This is my second message to you. It is New Year's Day and as always at this time I am thinking of our family. Our past has been a continuous journey through the fog, but one day one of us will break that cycle. Perhaps it will be you, and you will be free of the light that chains us to this darkness. I only hope that you find this before the fog can swallow you whole.

This is my first message to you. I am sending these in the hope that you might somehow find them one day. You are cursed, I know because I am, and because of that I know you'll understand the importance of these words. I only hope that you find this before the fog can swallow you whole.