I was born from the womb of the Yellow Dragon,
Under the clear dark sky on top of the summit,
In the icy wind, the druid raised his painted blue hand,
Open your eyes! I said, lift your head out of the sand and open your damn eyes!
I wondered what it feels to eat myself, so I laid down in total darkness and silence, experiencing each cell releasing its energy, letting it flow into my bloodstream, and atrophy into entropy. I baptized myself in the annihilation of my flesh and pool of coagulated black blood under the cold blue moon. Tomorrow I shall start anew, transfigured.
I will chase you from the start of the scene,