The dark sky was swallowing me whole; not even the crickets were there to comfort me. The supposedly beautiful flowers only creeped in the the night as they brushed and swayed against my frozen skin and gave me chills in a failing attempt to caress me with the cold damp wind. Not a sound was to be heard and the shear blackness of the hills surrounding me were enough to make me feel as if I was in a bowl with not a soul to be found. I was not fond of bats but what I would've given to hear the rapid flutter of wings. Silence is not golden, it is fear. Not even the fluorescent moon could shine bright enough to lead me out of this companionless field of nothingness.