Singing Beasts
We have not travelled far, but reality is now a long way behind us.
Societal norms are distant memories. What it means to be As Man has changed forever. I fear we cannot return.
Nothing matters now. Nothing but the songs we will sing of these days. Nothing but ensuring every minute is sapped of all potential adventure.
We are as beasts. Singing beasts.
Equal parts terror and elation pulse through my soul with every passing minute. I stand on the very edge of something. I know this better than I know anything else in this moment.
I am not alone. I see it in their eyes as well – hysteria and trepidation. We gaze into the abyss and, as one, are drawn closer. Yet we have come too far; if one turns back now, the others are doomed to follow or fail.
What is right? What is wrong? Who can answer? Not I, Turisas. Not I.