Putting himself at the service of his people, his time was immolated along with the desires of the selfish path.
Now, in surreal lands, he was young again; he thought he was granted another chance to live for himself. He was wrong. Tethered to life no matter how many times death claimed him — so were all of the living.
For him, the magic of the Tenebrosities was science in disguise, but so what? The primordial Womb was indifferent.
The glory of a saviour didn’t matter.
Note: Contains graphic violence and gore.
