An eye of which sees everything beyond the skies and heavens, saw an emboding fate with reek of blood and opportunities.
He who sees the future and yet restrained by his own shackles of his destiny.
A eye which serves a purpose with nothing but in exchange of his freedom.
Will he remain as a tool of his adversary or escape from his shackles of fate.
This is a story of an old man who sought hope amidst of the sickness he lived since he was a child. living a life with nothing but bitterness, detach himself from the people and live his life staring in the sky wondering: "when will it come for me" then within a flash of time, he saw himself laying dead in his own deathbed. seperated from his own flesh, he lived his life as a spirit, wandering and watching at the souls as their history unfold in his eyes.
Authors Note: I appreciate feedbacks regarding my lack of grammar. maybe an insult would work as motivation. I'm quite used to it so just perhaps I might improve a little bit as I write along the way.
the cover is not mine.