"Goodness arcana! That is… scary!"
Adam stood upon the still waters of his spirit sea, staring up at the fractured sky.
Jagged fissures split across the sky above, each a mark of his broken mind and the fragments of a soul still struggling to mend.
In fact, a small section of the sky was completely blank. When Adam gazed at that particular part, his dark eyes flashed with cruelty, and his lips curled into a cold smile.
"Ah, you must be wondering how come I have dark eyes all of a sudden, when only yesterday they were hollow and filled with madness," he chuckled coldly, glancing over his shoulder.
But no one was there.
He was talking to no one.
Or was it someone? He did not know.
All he knew was that the more he talked to himself, the more he could drown out the whispers of the Laughing God.
