Somewhere on a pedestal a creature looks out.

He is ashamed over himself and can’t grasp

the following line, even if its so crystal-clear.

Like invisible lines that crosses dimensions and creates streams that no one dares to cross.

The rivers below him strikes different paths, they follow other tormenting streams as the wild will of this current takes it the fall of the edge of his faith.

He just sitts there in is thoughts, glooming into the thin air that circles around like magic invisible matters.

So calm is this landscape, nothing seems to move expect this this quite stream that goes by below his feet and sharp claws. Why here? Is it his guilt that makes him stay over some sadness?

He seems very ferocious and have an expression of outrage in his pose. But its a proud affection that makes his presences to count. He has wider wings and looks strong and brave a heavy body armour that bares old battles scars shine like some strange forcefield over his tissue.

This creature comes from an ancient time, he yurns and raises his neck high and proudly, to show he doesn’t surrender just yet.

Or is all just an act? Fallen under a spell or does he contemplates some sinister actions that his spirit is absorbing to reach his future ..goals …