Yearning. Touch, feeling, skin, beauty; the search for something tangible. Seeking. Love, fear, sadness, disillusion; the search for something deeper. A simple calling of a name evokes so much more, as the silence on the other end defies simple emotion. Waiting, waiting, waiting for a answer. The fog, the mist, the darkness; it all envelops everyone and everything that seeks something real. In a world that has lost everything after gaining everything, it only makes sense that a human companion is all that's needed until the sun goes down. However, even that fundamental longing for another human is fading, as the golden glow within the eyes signals something sinister. Something artificial. Something missing.