• As the gentle wind passed through the clearing that I had so gratefully found, I turned, catching beauty in its purest form.
    Among the flowers and trees at the edge of the clearing stood a man, his upper half barren. A blink struck my eyes and a smile struck my lips, a shaky gulp touching my throat. Splendorous in his form, silken black hair flew from his head, spinning light from the overhead moon. I blinked once more to assure myself that I had not fallen from reality.
    His God-sculpted body was alabaster in color, magnificent in its contrast to the surrounding dark. Free of scar or blemish, the body was perfection, and I found myself unable to free my eyes. Surely this demiurge was of another world, for such a deity could not exist on the same plane of existence as I, a mere mortal.
    My feet took an involuntary step towards the godhead, my body pulled by this Da Vinci's gravitation. My action brought about its attention and I gasped as its stared into my soul.
    Illuminative red, his eyes stared unmercifully, piercing into my comparably malleable discs. In front of this divinity, what was I but steamed butter at the edge of an ax? I melted in rapidity, bodily functions failing me.
    The shiva was suddenly too close, its nose bumping against mine, a grin on its bewitching lips. I could hear my heart, its beat audible in the dead quiet of night. I was surprised I hadn't melted, but then, the immortal's hand that held to my shoulder was past my notice. All I saw was his lips, widening and clamping. My neck... I didn't flinch. I didn't so much as blink.
    As the god pulled its mouth back away from my throat, I tilted my head, feeling nothing. And then I did.
    Whether I screamed, cried, or whimpered, I could not tell. I could not see the hellish immortal before my eyes any longer, I didn't even comprehend my falling. All I knew was a brute, burning pain that had begun at the base of my neck.