<span style="font-style: italic">There is a child born with a fatal illness. With no cure in sight the child fights to survive each year. The child turns seventeen and begins to live life as best as possible. To learn to survive for however long he has. Then a day comes that while driving home from a friends house the boy is T-boned by an eighteen wheeler which ran a red light. The resulting crash sent his head hard into the dashboard. Knocking him out yet not killing him. He survived in a sense yet in another sense had not survived.<br/><br/>He had fallen into a coma. Breathing the only sign he was still alive. This boy had the power to create and build things with his mind. Trapped within his mind he begins to build and create a world for himself. A world that he could be in control of. A world where he wasn't...dying. So the world of Comayso came into existance.</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Wind-2-1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Cole<br/>17 1/2<br/><br/>Cole looks at his surroundings. Things were so vivid. Where was he? Oh...this must be a place on earth. Yet it was so beautiful and barely seemed to be touched by human hands. His soul, spirit, and mind were here. Physical yet not. Living yet not. Existing yet not. It was a riddle yet one that had no answer. He didn't know or even realize he wasn't in the Land Of The Living. This world was similiar to the conscious reality but more...natural. Less touched and destroyed at human hands. He was happy here. It smelled beautiful. The colors were so vivid. And the sounds were so clear. And the best part was...he didn't feel sick at the moment.<br/><br/>He wanted someone...or someones to come join him. He didn't like being alone. Even if he wasn't suffering or sick here. So...he sends out a signal with his newly found powers. "Bring me someone...anyone...to be here with me." he tells the forces that bring those who are in coma's to his world. There was actually a lot. Though he didn't know this wasn't the Land Of The Living. He just knew people came here and were suddenly happy. <Someone. Anyone. I am lonely...> his thoughts sound out to those of sensitivity.