The Anemic Soul

Withered up into a dried husk, devoid of even the slightest color. Long neglected, relegated to a far corner of the mind, like an old, once treasured toy buried at the bottom of a box that sits covered in dust up in the attic. It was once a robust, healthy soul with a sense of measured daring and a yen for exploration...but that was years ago, in the time of adventure, days long since past.