Neohaagen

There I sit, alone. My eyes drift through many souls. I see them walk, none like another, all different yet the same as the other. Now I stand, I walk away from the table. The streets are full, but walking among crowds is no odd tale. When I see them, however, my eyes always flash. I see when they die, when they live and how long they last. Each time I see their soul, see it fade away like nothing. When their soul is almost gone, I stand and watch to see what's happening. Then I see something horrific, maybe an accident, maybe fate. But they are sure to end, the soul never fades too late. A flash of crimson, or they may fall down in agonizing

More wind was rushing past the two of them. With the exception of every gust, there was no voice to accompany her, no soul to be with her. Even the rain had left them, which once was prevalent. Simply the wind was there to speak to her, whisper its sympathetic cries into her ears. The wind which rushed past her and guided her hair, that was there to hold her and comfort her, that was there to douse her in its cold love. The wind only, for it was the voice of the world. And then yet, how come she heard another voice?

I stood there, and before me came a mountain. Upon this mountain, I saw rocks in the millions, and more than even the millions there were. As if my eyes deceived me, these rocks grew faces, as if the end was coming, the sky had darkened. With my sword in hand, I saw the rocks laughs, and upon them were all the faces of my sins left behind. They laughed, laughed louder and louder with every step. And with every cackle I felt like the world around me faded, and soon no longer I stood in the valley of life. Where once were beautiful mountains, now I only saw the eggs of great dragons hatch. And above all this, there stood the woman. And her six