As we fall, the world changes colour.
In happier circumstances, I would be enthralled.
Red turns to green turns to black…
I care not.
Down I fall, down falls my city, my country, my people…
The world drowns screaming about me, scorched by flame and sundered by earthquake…
I care not- I cannot care- I am transfixed by the jewel in the ring I was given by the Lord of Gifts.
It blazes before my eyes, blazes with promise of unholy vengeance against those who would see me and mine die this day.
Gazing into the jewel, I am lost.
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