Create or consume.

He wandered, looking for the root of his unease. What that was, is never clear. What should he do when silhouette and detail are never in the same place? Thoughts of where he could go to find the place where the two are in union, consumed his mind. He searched and searched but it was always just out of his reach. There were times when he remained in a place, captured by beauty or by a day dream but the fire eating away at the chains that kept back the hungry wolves surrounding his control, was always veracious in its burning.

Soon enough, the urgency of his inevitable doom in their bite moved his feet. Again the road was his domain and the horizon that of his sight. He was never able to sleep without the snarls and howls waking him. On he walked. His body demanded service, and his legacy, progeny but he had nothing to offer a companion other the void consuming him. His heart had been won by his need to replace that void with everything. He had to know. Many lives came and went, none able to offer the needful. He burned the memories of his pause as an offering to the fire, to offset its usual desire.

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