The Valley Of Souls

There I was without knowing it. I gave a look around, but couldn't see. My glasses were cold and useless in the knitted fog. Strange things could be happening all around me. I felt alone, although I was surrounded by the weight of others. Suddenly an echo, like a voice, began to recite some exciting poetry. I stood up and climbed to the top of a hill. A mountain woman passed on her bicycle and handed me a faded newspaper. The title article read Survivor in large print, which probably meant Perpetual Heartache Ahead. The second article was titled Perpetual Heartache Ahead, which made sense. The paper wasn't dated, but I guessed it was from the future. Now all I had to do was sit on a large, flat rock and wait.