17 April 2012
I find myself awakened by the cawing of a crow. I lie on concrete fields surrounded by plumes of fog and wisps of mystery. Nothing but sky and ground greet me, and I cry with misery as emptiness fill both the world and I. I lift myself off the ground, seeking sanctuary, my arms raised high, as though I was to be raised unto heaven. Do I seek forgiveness, or salvation? I wander the barren land, dragging my feet and my dreams behind me. I raise my hands once more, pleading with grey skies to forgive me, to let me leave the solitude of my prison. I sing loudly, my voice cracking like the ground beneath my feet, and I ask for anyone, demon or angel to save me.
iv • Opuss № I