The chime below his belt rang, softly as if to answer him, carrying the sound in the air. Ah yes, it was that sound, the sound that echoed in the silence. It had brought nothing but a break in the stillness, yet somehow, to the monk, it gave something much more in any time of despair—comfort, and the face of a child along a field over a vast sea as if from a memory.
The air stung on his skin. Even with the numerous wraps and rags that clothed him, he could still feel the poison in the wind coursing through every inch of his body. He gazes his eyes south, and witnesses something brew from clusters of dark clouds that formed menacing gazes, thrashing with threads of lightning and bellowing thunder. He hurries to find a c***k in one of the caved arches that had broken from the monument. It b
