Paulo Coelho

"The waves crashed against the shores, passion personified itself in the slow death of the burning sun. An eerie silence descends on the moors. I was alone again, just me and this old home, inseparable since time immemorial. Portraits of silence stand tall as they watch over me, for theirs was a story of shattered dreams and broken promises. I miss the old days, the innocence of those times. Shrieks of laughter now echo through these empty halls as mere sounds of silence. I try to tell this mortal world, alas, for all they can hear is me wailing in vain. So much to say, so much to mend. Here I am, the real me, a banshee, cursed with eternity."