Artist is  Marsel-Defender
I am Zeric.

Sometimes...we need to cleave our own paths in this world. To do so, we run from all we know, or at least thought we did. No one knew I had a secret trailer/bunker in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by night, watching personal logs on a small monitor, eating a bowl of Korean glass noodles. Alone.
Its cold tonight, but I like the cold. Its quiet outside, more than usual...No symphony of crickets, no aria of nightingales, just cold dark quiet. Both physically and mentally, I am in my own private existence, hiding away in the heart of the night.