woke up in a strange place three months later...not strange in a negative manner...in an unexpected way...at times feeling like caramon...and times feeling like raistlin...

my head is starting to hurt...with invisible wisdom from static dried and flaking off the flesh...what i have...

a hidden god...no words...just wind, rain, and night...just hymns, pain, and light...

everything and nothing matter...can you shroud a soul around this?...

i'll be back...