Crystalline youth. Memories are forced by another. Pockets have always been empty. Divine visions shared. Divine hatred ignored. Loss. Fully awake. Forced asleep. Following divine bait on a predetermined course. Infertile courage forcing everyone's hand to the flame. The end is a prayer. To leave positive echoes.
This was a attempt to some myself up from start to now. I know its a simple thing, but it just came out that way. I try not to mess around to much from the original idea.