Worms and Riddlers

  The hunter could not remember his name… He barely remembered what he looked like anymore, just fuzzy hallucinations, the workings of his mind falling away quietly… Only remembering a stone labyrinth… A beautiful stone labyrinth… That rose from the ashes, formed a great symbol in the sky, webbed with red veins, and a massive beating heart that formed across the crescent moon… Vivid hallucinations, sharply caressing his shattered memories. He remembered visiting the labyrinth, walking across the barren earth, again and again, and again and again… With stone arching across the night, the lines, the earth, forming stone, and then rising up and up, along the ground, up into the air, and he ran by himself… All alone… Into the rapidly growing night… … It was the same day over and over again, walking around and around… His memory was regenerating, going around the circle of days, again and again. He touched his face and wiped away the dirt. His legs and his hands were covered in blisters. A

  And again…  The Mother breathed life into his mortal spine… Into his strange brain…. Into the curled, rapidly withering form of his… He was weak… Lacking anything… Nearly crumbling… So, he fell into a deep sleep for another hundred years… Until the Mother would regenerate him…When the day would come, and when war was no longer an ’idea’, or even a word… When he would forget all that he’d done, and his mind was replaced anew… And the rust would be washed away, and he would regenerate from the ashes... And he would remember thoughts… Thoughts implanted… Thought’s recycled... From the emptiness… From the near-oblivion of his thoughts… He awoke…. Rose forth from the metal sheets, and the metal carapace, the engines, the infinite black, and grey. Then down the infinite carriers, down the staircases, through the melting flames, where heat rushed through his frozen fingers… Frozen body, and he breathed a new identity, a new place in reality… Filled his empty shell with newfound life. There