Let the breeze whistle to me
To forewarn my doom
Let my magick shatter the storm
And signal me a tune
Keep me safe, keep me warm
Under the moonlight of the sky
Fire is roaming, disaster is coming
Help me persevere and survive
Help me Persevere
Unfolding Self
The random thoughts she felt flitting through her mind, when she was watching the disaster unfold, didn’t relay to her how gaping the hole between herself and reality was becoming, what she was becoming, and how in a few years she wouldn’t remember herself at all.
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 