An eagle calls, and I awaken to a chill. 

The winter nears, it seems, as the coarse, unwashed hairs on my arms indicate by their standing on end.

My vision has become clear as my senses have declared my domestication senseless.

I arise from my bed upon the threshing floo...

 "Thousands of years after the creation of the earth, humanity is hopelessly lost. In a sea of synthetic fabrications and ways of life that are impenetrable, one cannot even hope to find fulfillment without stressors to hinder it.

However, the earth still cycles as it always has, and the rains and snow have destroyed as much as it has created. In true chaos, nature has an order. In this order, one can come to a haunting conc...