I stand in the cold grass with nothing surrounding me except for the distant mountains, the glow of the moonlight, and the cold air that I cannot feel. It's dark outside as I'm standing in front of you, contemplating whether I should try to communicate or flee. I write down the words "Help me..." on a note pad and show it to you, desperate for any kind of company but not wanting to scare you away, I look at you with a sad, pupil-less expression, nervously awaiting your reaction and getting ready to either run away or write a response, still not willing to use my whispers to talk