In the midpoint in the journey of truth, I found myself lost in an endless forest of clues, my path lost. Where did this all took place? When did it took place? How? And probably most important, why did it had to be this way? Row after row of trees. Looking for any further fragments of the story, yearning to be freed from their loamy prison. But I can find are trees and snow.
The snow is picking up, further burying the secrets that I most desperately need right now. It only adds to the sinking feeling of time being lost. Ironic for a being that has stopped aging. But as far as I'm aware, Marissa is mortal. And although I have yet to deliver her departing soul, there is a strong feeling buzzing through my wings that her soul is just not...there.
Nevertheless, I keep moving forward. Whether dead or alive or somewhere in between, I owe it to Marissa to venerate her name for the ages to come. She deserves it.
But where is this snow coming from? It's still mid fall and yet already a few inches of snow have been accumulated. There is enough that the glare is becoming a problem, making the ground look like solid fog. Whatever challenges are yet to overcome in my quest to find answers have become exponentially greater. As if the world itself wished Marissa to be erased forever. I refuse to let that happen. I have already lost enough to lose this one speck of my life, this one dust of a memory. No! Never, I won't rest until I find answers!
Oh the snow storm has picked up again?! I no longer care! I already have faced many atrocities I won't be seeking avengement! But dear Lord, who art thou in Heaven! At least help me restore this one moment in my eternal life. I had, have and always will serve you till a world without end! Oh Lord, I pray to thee! I-
"Stop that!" A sharp shriek cleft the howling winds.
Absolute silence
Sobbing
