Reminiscence
Kirschwassers. Realians. Countless humans. Even some of the possessed URTVs. I can see them...my hands, my arms, even my face. I can't wash it away; I've tried. It seems the City seems intent upon keeping their spirits alive, but this time in their blood, streaming from my hair, my clothes, my wings, even my skin. It's still hot.
I feel so alive with it there. Pain incarnate. Lives ended and begun. It tastes familiar, like years of tribulation. It feels like bones breaking in my hands. It sounds like screams and howls -- the very stuff of life, that takes our dull, worthless existences and makes them into something powerful.
My hair is the color of Rubedo's now.
Some of the blood is mine...
I feel so alive with it there. Pain incarnate. Lives ended and begun. It tastes familiar, like years of tribulation. It feels like bones breaking in my hands. It sounds like screams and howls -- the very stuff of life, that takes our dull, worthless existences and makes them into something powerful.
My hair is the color of Rubedo's now.
Some of the blood is mine...