The Destiny of a Millennia.

Prologue: The Eye of the Future

October 30 at 2:00 PM

Photo by Teodoro S. Gruhl

A storm in the distance beckons me.

The wind stirs, washing the ashes from my palm. An identity, a faux life, smolders through my fingers. She is here, on this islet. It's only a matter of time before the red river rises. And rages.

The passport burns down to a charred husk. The driver's license is nothing more than a pool of plastic and ink. I throw it in, shedding the mask.

I can feel his eye upon me, the eye of the beast. But something is different this time; something has changed. His aura is weak, like a dog licking its wounds. As he scans inside of me, I realize it's not him at all.

But something colder, more procedural.

An abomination of science.

Built with malice and contempt.

I catch a glimpse of her in the reflection, of her cybernetic eye. Not much left of her is human. A sacrifice to the gods of science, like so many others before her. She scans over me one last time before cowering into the shadows.

I am meant to die this evening.

That much is certain.

But I will not abandon her.

Or surrender her to the void.

As darkness looms over me, I draw my sword, and step onto the world stage.