The last droplet of sunfire passes through my glass of water, muddling it with a splash of bitter, brittle colors. I put it back on the table, fixated between the fingerprints kissed onto the walls of the glass.
Sometimes I feel like I am standing in a room full of doors. She speaks and brings…
A prayer of emergence from divine amnesia. Statues crumble, temples turn to dust, words die to silence, and emotions change unceasingly.
Lead me from the unreal to the Real, lead me from the darkness to the Light;
Lead me from the temporary to the Eternal.