He sees the burning bolt of lightning snaking through the charged air towards him and in a blinding sliver of a moment he is back in his Astral Chamber. The stars glisten gently against the high, dark dome around him. Water burbles down the circular steps upon which the dias is placed, sunk into the stonework. Here he resides. Contemplating. Seeking out the eyes of the cosmos. Seeing their lives unfold as if they were his own. Here he considers the nature of things. The unfairness. Here he considers how to make it right.
Paddy Dobson
21th December 2021