*Excerpt from the second part of a series of short stories, with the working title:
He perched finally on a large rock jutting out of the thrashing golden water, just off the beach. He tucked his wings tight against himself to shield from the chill wind. The altar stood deserted behind him, but he paid no mind to it, or to anything else. The hypnotic, breathing sea held his captivation. In the beginning he’d wanted to ascend Oblivion Hill and confront the mythical gates of the dream temple, but the very thought sparked a terror within that left him paralyzed. In the end the decision had been made for him, for he came to rest on that stone without even realizing where he’d been heading.