He looked up at the tower that loomed up far above him; the colours had drained from the world around him. He knew he was dreaming now, the light no longer behaving as the laws of physics dictated. Shadows lurked where light fell and light fell where shadows lurked. The tower was old and no longer held the means to reach the higher floors without scaling the now dangerously rugged and brittle walls.
His eyes scaled the tower reading the wall, making sense of the outcrops and holes finding where he could grip and support himself. As his mind deciphered the complex puzzle of ascension his mind questioned what was forcing him to climb the dangerous tower; risking the fall and even the experience of death. Fear crept in, disrupting the flow as his eyes leapt from hold to hold working his path to the room at the top where ‘It’ was. This thought only increased his fear, he lost his path up and his eyes fell upon the single entrance at the top. His mind drifted to his covets to enter through the doorway and face his ‘It’.
His ‘It’ has plagued him for more years than he can remember, always lurking in dark corners, venturing out when his waking world became too much for him. His mind traversed to the memory of when he fell, losing everything that made him who he was. His purpose and faith destroyed, losing God. The void was filled by his ‘It’ and it was one of his fallen brothers who manipulated his ‘It’, unleashing his anger and inflicting torment on those he once cherished.
The memories filled his mind with rage, but not the rage that his ‘It’ fed upon, it was a rage to destroy his ‘It’ and find the light again. As his right hand reached for the first hold in the wall and then his left leg found a grip at the base of the wall, he pushed. His mind casually thought as he reached for the next hold, how easy this would have been if he had not ripped his wings off in defiance of the Devil.
