Asleep for years.

Rot.

Absent.

Dawn breaks at long last, fear of the dream no longer, new fear rises slaying the brief respite.

Slept too long, worlds changed, alien.

Lost men can’t be found.

Emotions, feelings, and thoughts are far too complex for expression.

Destined to be misunderstood.

Feverishly seeking the culprit. Himself? Devil? Chaos? Realization. Guilty party higher than man can climb, beyond the senses is the one who made it all.

The one who’s plans always come to fruition, He who drowned earth in order to save it.

What can man do?

MAN AND BUG are indistinguishable in this respect. Can only watch the boot fall.