I'm born upon the surface with them glaring fearfully.
I stand from my knees, surrounded, confused.
A cool breeze cuts the silence like razors through paper.
No one speaks.
A man steps forward, tall, balanced, without emotion.
I remain without action, completely still.
Hands steady.
Calm and ready to unleash sin upon this man.
He slowly, gently touches my forehead.
His hands warm but coarse.
My legs begin to tremble, I'm frightened.
A light begins to shine as our flesh meets.
Grows brighter, begins to burn.
My mind goes blank, the world goes black.
And I become nothing.