The fog still surrounds shores of the lake...
I can't see anything...
I just smell the flesh, the burning flesh and
A disgusting stench which comes from the trees!
A butterfly? Looks like it, but it's... different...
His wings are so cold, like a pure
Ice crystal, but deep inside
Him, flame still burns.
I can almost feel that...
The impulse is so strong
The energy shines out of him,
Giving me this pure energy...
Warmth...
I could not stand this so I
Closed my eyes really hard
Forcing the tears to extricate out,
Damned from the day I was born!
And life... and life already foreseen this moment
When I closed my hands and killed this creature...
Killed by the hands of the unbeliever, the man without home;
Without past - and he can't live without the past,
Scared like a sparrow, who fears the mighty falcon;
The man who was destined to end in nothingness,
In peak of his own torture and ecstasy.
He held entire time in this one tenth of the second
In which he pulled out the life of that creature,
Damn him forever!
Damn him forever!