“Create, yet anticipate, chaos to rule over fate”
The warmth drains from my legs and rushes up, through the core, to heat my swiftly cooling head. The wind rages around me, intermingling, indiscriminately, with this violent flurry of white. My legs go numb as my soul begins to catch fire. My shaking makes its way into a seemingly peaceful rebellion. I feel my last heartbeat just as my eyes finally pull open for the first time.
The overbearing choking smoke, meets my conscious thought the second it ticks on. The heat assaults my skin like the sweet embrace of an old lover and has me dropping to the floor, just in order to continue breathing. I feel my heart trying to escape its boneyard prison with the frantic pace of a man condemned to die. The carpet around me bursts into flame and my safety becomes my undoing. I soon can no longer feel the flames licking my flesh, but I can’t stop looking at them, for my eyes long ago lost the ability to close themselves to the face of this benevolent creator.