by Phantazein Studio
A walk across the Galata Bridge. The first moment of satisfactory solitude since the flight. The memory of eternity’s imminence sends a jolt through my conscience and leaves a dull, uneasy buzzing in my head. I close myself in shallow pockets of distraction, only long enough for that insidious reminder to creep back into my mind, seizing my entire being.
Even from across the world, the chase resumes.