Finishing Isn’t Simple


Black skies above him, a red inferno below. Which way to go whispered the owl, almost as if to taunt him from his current mind state. Destiny isn’t often a decision we can make on our own, in fact it chases us into compliance. We have to ask, do we even have a option in this fight. Or does it make us who we are without a single warning. It would seem he has chosen, but keeps it quiet to not reveal the plan of action moving forward. The birds observe in enchantment, for what was to come wasn’t certain.

Contributor- Chris Ballenger


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