Was I alive? Or am I dead? This is the question now that plagues me like a nightmare each moment of time that I supposedly breathe.
I may very well be dead now, alive at one time, and projecting myself through the cosmos.
Or am I alive, risen from the dead? Some manner of undead monster?
Life and death are so uncertain to me now. The one thing I have realized is that I am a threat to the gods. The gods of any nation or people who can manifest themselves through cosmic power from the mind of so many who believe, or have believed they exist.
This is my bane.
I awoke on the black sand beaches of Jeju Island in South Korea. In my dragon form, I sat up, shaking the deep dark sleep from my head, and looked around through the overcast and fog, at the wee hours of the morning. Of a morning I suppose, as the day I no longer knew; nighttime was all that filled my conscious.
