‘Wonder at the sky’, the voice breathed.
The darkness receded. To be angry was a step away from death. To be irritated two. ‘Sky?!’, the seer croaked, His throat seizing. ‘That grey -‘ he was interrupted.
‘Life rains from there.
Its colours changes people. The sun, the moon, the stars gaze through it. Through it prayers are screamed and fists shaken. I love the sky.’
The seer realised that madness was finally his.