He doubted their existence, for the path of labyrinth revealed not the slightest secrecy nor the ending of crucifixion by the passing phantoms.
The engulfing darkness was comforted by winking stars but yet he lit fire,seeking promising warmth.His disturbed halo attracted numerous savages and together,they danced around the magnificent fire.
Though time was to be damned,he yearned the wisdom that came along.With determination,he went looking,only to be harshly disappointed.
The wrathful Gods eventually descended.
He stood against them with an air of defiance,knowing that sooner or later,someone must kneel down and succumb.