Spectral Claws: Ancient Recurring

The Hamilton Wolveian(a short insight chapter)

The Harmonium played deep in the gaps on my head saving the last piece of sanity I had,

I swiftly grew up back to my conscious of myself. I looked down at myself ans thought what this was, what I became and went back deep within my nind zone, the palace throne where I keep my. deep thoughts and connections of the vague past and thought to myself that I have been many things without understanding what I was and am.

As intriguing as that was, I became something I never wanted to be at a time that was mapped and completely planned in my head... why.

I never merely slacked off from the possession of my thoughts and character. I was almost knocked out outside and my mind castle was being slowly faded away.

Within this less time I had to go through centuries of past that will approximately take 1 billion years and all of that I need to hack in 1 second. Was all this important I asked myself and the harmonium in my head went silent suddenly as I felt my body shake..

It was peculiar though like a part of my mind was trying to help me and get me out of the corrupted mind. Though it is a great mind still.

I was calmly walking to the place where the sound came from and saw myself in another calmer form playing the harmonium. I depicted the whole mind as a place in my childhood which I barely remember called Hamilton Spectacle.

I always knew what to do next become the music I play so I can get myself back into my head and that's exactly what I did before I was knocked out and all of my. mind was shut down though a slim part of consciousness saved me and kept me. still numbing the pain and focusing on the soul ride I was brought to..

I was still unsure of my state of being with life or completely taken away. I imagined a harmonium though I found myself in a garden and softly blink as though I opened my eyes the time I thought I opened my eyes just now and looked up at the white bright sky and horizon looking back at me and giving me life and mind power.

I saw a woman full of godly nature and soul reach out to me with flowers on her hair and a rather... awkwardly familiar voice from the past, "Faudian... my son.. are you ok? My Hamilton Wolveian. "

It was impossible to know this place.. and this woman.. my mom