“Him who, at one blow, had chest and shadow shattered by Arthur’s hand.”

Dante’s Inferno, Canto XXXII

Sky.

My consciousness is boundless, without identity.

Sky.

That voice feels like a part of me. A strange lifeline, drawing whatever I am back to something familiar.

I feel something warm brush my face, the contact reminds me of my body.

The memories flood back with my self awareness.

“Sky.” It’s not the same voice that pulled me back, but the voice is familiar. I open my eyes. Everything is still dar...