As the sun eliminates the darkness, fear consumes me. The light of day brings forth all I have concealed. Without the night I am alone and vulnerable in a world that I do not understand. As the day drags on I hop from shadow to shadow trying desperately to avoid this strange world. As the sun reaches its peak I have nowhere left to hide. Whisper becomes my skin as the sun brings light onto a world that I had once belonged to. My shield to keep me safe from the world that nearly destroyed me. I am merely a puppet master in these times. Controlling Whisper by pulling strings above the waiting crowd. The few that look up may see me, but only one has ever watched the shows entirety, head tilted up. As the show goes on I lose my control over Whisper, distracted by the set of eyes on me. I am vulnerable and afraid.