Shard Prologue – Initial infection
Beware me, for I am virulent.
Lest I seep into your mind with infective intent
I breathe as I open my eyes. The smell that lingers in my nostrils is rancid.
Rot; this world is tainted by it. It hovers, layered in the dank air, blending with the sulfur scent of corruption. I pray for winds as I hold my breath; rain, fire – anything to clear the stench.
But gods are an arrogant species
Through the reflections in shattered glass I come, growing with the shadows as light recides.
Against naked feet, I feel the flaws of concrete. To the oxidizing night around me, I am alien. I watch the moonlit world revolve with bleak disinterest – disoriented like a demon lost in a storm.
I lift my eyes to the sky; tracing stars through a shroud of pollution.
I stand one step apart from anyone you will ever meet, I am not restrained by constructs or composites. This is my world now; and these are my memories.
I am the storm