He woke up hoping that that was the last he would see of that so cursed of light. He held himself up with a complete and utter mind of nothing. and a horizon of dusk that had nothing but the stars reaching out from the sides and the moon leading the charge like a great commander.
He rose up and saw nothing but the air and the moon rising and the mound. he stepped towards it as a beam of light struggled out a mouth that came through the mound shining a luminous glow. he walked towards it not stopping in his steps. he limped almost and felt no control his body was moving by the way his gods chose. breadth came after breadth looking at this terrifying but beautiful piece of art... But then nothing followed an eyrie most dark desolate ground that killed his mind.
