Breathe. You are safe and sound of mind.

Breathe. The Wisperers in the dark cannot reach me here. I'm safe here. As long as I sing, the Whisperers cannot reach me.
They want me to be small and afraid, they want me to become a little lump of fear. The Darkhounds and the Whisperers. I know there is a world outside this dark and cold land. The Whisperers tells me how to turn the train around, and go back. I don't trust them. There is something in their voice, something that makes me think they are tryin gto trick me into certain death. Or worse, into the Darkhounds and the Whisperers posession, wich is a faith worse than death. When I die, I hope to God (if there is one) that death is the end.
The Darkhounds will feast on my soul, so that I become a Whisperer, and trick more people into the same destiny. Breathe now. But do not go to sleep, because in the moment when my body sleeps, the Whisperers have full control of my mind, and they can tell their truths and their lies. And I will belive enery single word of it.

A blind man running

I'm on a train, it's pitch black, and I have no idea how far this train will go, or if it will ever stop, and if there is a light at the end of it all. I feel like I have no control, because this is a runaway train, there is no driver, and I cant stop it, because of the utter darkness.
I am in the night land, and grim horrors await outside the carriage. I want to stop, go back to where I was before, inside the light and the warmth, but I think that the train goes in a striaght line away from the place I used to be, and I have no idea where it will end. It's cold, and I don't have enough warm clothes. I can't find anything to put on myself, and I can't find the light-switch. I can hear the distant howling of the darkhounds, and I know they are out there, seeking for me, because I think I know their nature. They are fowl and viscious, and they seek to comsume my soul. I have to find a way to turn the train around.