In the Eyes of the Storm
The tide churns, the winds twist, and the thunder crash of life crackles through the flow of time. The coldest scales are shed, and the softest feathers erupt in an unforgiving blaze. Caught in the briefly eternal throes of celestial apathy, all of the helpless writhe and thrash in torment.
Now motionless, the dead rise to the surface. As they drift in aimless abandon by the number, their eyes are unreflective of the elements that govern their fate. Their essences are washed away in the river of time and, with only silence in its wake, the storm surges on.