The firebird screams again, takes off, slams itself down, breaking a wing.
The shockwave of the impact brings new... information, perhaps: nowhere to go anymore. No way to heal, only the sorrow - and the wound is fresh, much too fresh, as though relived only recently.
Re: WESTWARD OF TIME
The shockwave of the impact brings new... information, perhaps: nowhere to go anymore. No way to heal, only the sorrow - and the wound is fresh, much too fresh, as though relived only recently.