passing across skin. A dismembering tool, incontestable power harnessed boundless regions of milieu, fused in the dominion where thunder roils exclamations of divine uneasiness.

Lo, the wind against my cheek! Lo, the congenial sensation of catching kisses from the environment! Lo, the sweet the smells carried in the breeze!

With the sky overhead and plenty of natural companionship, I strode east and discovered uncharted liberation. On occasion, I received rides from travelling folks. These excursions often took me no more than a versta down the road, but resting my feet be a blessing. More courteous souls took me to their cottages, plied food and offered comfortable rest.

Despite those hearty restorations, my nourishment came from suckling nature's teat. There are certain freedoms in the human soul one can find when alone.prodigious work never vexed or fatigued. Writing became analogous to congress; the pulsating pen I gripped in my hand spurted vital seeds of vocabulary. Ah, the power of sculpting progeny into sublime orchestration.

Six months later, I held the machinations of a lengthy first draft. If memory serves, my effort produced around five hundred pages. Iliosovy read the monstrosity in four days, the entirety of which I spent pacing his house. As his opinion meant the world, I hoped my work impressed.

At last, my caretaker emerged from his parlor and praised, 'A worthy offering! Evocative but sinister. Your attention to detail is marvelous, and the characters are well sculpted.'

I wasn't as certain. The saying about beauty and the beholders eye, a statement I once dismissed as frivolous, is an