We left the trees, yet we were still among them.

We found the Master and prostrated ourselves before Him.

The Thief came in the night and stole the Master.

Wolves surrounded us at dusk.
In our vanity, we thought the
Master would slay the Wolves and redeem us.

The Wolves devoured everyone but me; a hard frost set in and winter was upon me.

At the end of the endless winter, flies flew above the thawing corpses of my family.

I wrung my hands in shame and loathing at the graveness of my sin.

I quarried stone and built a great wall between myself and my sin.

The final night descended and I was no longer alone.

I met death and did not die; I fell through the cracks in the world.

Eternity was not waiting.