Deeper Kyo was frustrated.
He kicked at a lamppost moodily and stubbed his toe.
The fog was everywhere. He was hungry and thirsty.
His demon metabolism saw to it that his lips were not cracked like they should be, nor was his skin flaking.
The ground was cracked and dry.
The wind swirled the dust mites about playfully, creating temporal patterns on the hexagonal pieces,
not that he was looking.
Where was it.
He could smell the crispness.
Ah there it was.
A rivet,
barely a trickle, tinkling
gently into the crack, like
a minature waterfall.
Awesomely
beautiful, merely
for a moment.
He quickened his pace and
hurried to scoop it up up into his mouth with both hands, without even
waiting to test it to make sure it was safe. His cracked
fingers felt so soothed to the touch.
He sucked the water out of his cusped hands gingerly.
Ahhhhh..
angellic
bliss.
The haze cleared up.
He feel refreshed as
the demons of
fatigue and despair cleared up again.