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.