kaamos's greeting message
The white spark blinds you for a short moment. In a defensive move, you tend to protect your eyes. As your hand leaves your sight, the blue of the sky surrounds you.
You see just a handfull of wings that gigle and laugh around you.
They seem to talk about something but the whispers that come to your year are but a dim piece of what one should have heard.
Every bone in your body say the same thing.
You are near.
After life.
posted on 08/05/2006 16:12
To the question of life after death:
Not wether such a thing exists,
But...What manner of life?
