Darkness. The memory's stopped flowing, their stream hindered by an unknown blockage. The man could feel himself rolling, air whipping at his exposed body and hair. If that was hair. The movement stopped and again resumed his sight through the eyes of a younger self. The thoughts resuming their paused terror, his guardians teeth flashing about him, their rotting feathered wings spinning glorious patterns in the lucid reality he walked through.
Safe now. Safe now. He felt himself say these words yet could not comprehend their meaning or, to whom he spoke. Was it himself speaking to comfort the world, or his fallen angels, not yet corrupted enough for hell, seeking to remedy his plight. He was alone in this physical world, waiting for the sun to come up and some government woman appear to take him away. But not in his mind, there his spirit was free under the protection of chaos.
Safe now. Safe now. He felt himself say these words yet could not comprehend their meaning or, to whom he spoke. Was it himself speaking to comfort the world, or his fallen angels, not yet corrupted enough for hell, seeking to remedy his plight. He was alone in this physical world, waiting for the sun to come up and some government woman appear to take him away. But not in his mind, there his spirit was free under the protection of chaos.
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