A child’s rough scrawl reads…

“I used to be able to play outside. I used to be able to play with the animals. But then one day my sister and I were playing in the field and a rift opened.

The trees died. The flowers died. Everything was dead. And then the skeletons came.

My sister is gone. But the skeletons didn’t take her. The animals did. The animals we used to play with. Their eyes turned purple, and they got mean, and then they took her. And even though the trees and flowers came back, she didn’t.

Now I can’t play outside. I can’t play with the animals. And I can’t play with my sister, because my dad says if I ever see her, I should run away as fast as I can.

Everything is different since the day the rifts came.”