And so I get up, leave my room, head out onto the rooftops. I’ve done this a lot lately. A Nightwalk to calm my troubled soul.
‘What a lot of people forget is that Zephra has done this before…’
All this talk of the world ending just makes me laugh really.
This vast lake, tranquil beneath a terminal sky. Lying, floating amidst a wash of mirrored stars, drifting peacefully as the atmosphere burns…
A crumpled note, scrawled in red — ‘If only they knew. The show I have in store for them, oh if only they knew…
Everything hurts; my body feels like it’s not my own, and staring out through eyes that belong to somebody else, I see that it doesn’t look like my own, either…
A lifetime has passed; an ocean of eternity has washed over me…
‘After a time, the beauty of the garden started to fade away into something altogether more ominous. Even though we’d been trailing for hours, the same landmarks kept appearing on our horizon…’
We walked for days. The fleeting image had been more than a figment of our collective imagination, we knew it, and so we followed the trail of crooked lights deeper into the wilderness than any soul had dared go before us…