The ancient dust slides off my back as I shift and waken.
Lumbering forward, I barely notice the myriad of skulls my talons crush into powder.
The sun calls to me and I deeply breathe in the warmth to fill the hollow spaces of my bones.
Tornadoes form from the first few beats of my wings as I rise above the inevitable ensuing destruction.
Crisp, bright air enlivens me as does the plane of silence I soar within.
I shift my weight and the ocean is soon below me.
Drifting easily on salty airwaves, I put all my focus on the water until I find him.
His shadow grows within the water as does mine on the serene surface – so we see one another now.
I spread my talons toward the rising tentacles and we once again struggle in the Final Dance To Begin All Things Again.