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Now depression must wait, to the twister of death; the sky now grey not black

The rain is still pouring in amounts previously unseen

Burial complete, the blood is cleansed from my hands

And now I must flee this demilitarized sector

Night has come the woods have become a frightening abode

I feel her kin breathing down my back

A valley appears that is free of the storm

When morning comes I will be far from here

Priority lies with covering whatever trail I've made

Evasion is the short term key

Nervous tremblings slow an already tiresome tread

An hour the time I need to reflect

Sands of unconciousness pour along a belt that feels like vapours of discordance as I leave my solid state

The obvious imperative - escape

To the Kromnium transport

To a distant system

Where life can begin again

The astral voyage leads me to the delta

A craft prepares to depart

The last remaining pieces go to she who flies

The destination of this journey is certain