But there I froze, mid-air,

I could feel my body falling, air rushing past me as I fell toward the earth. I opened my eyes to see the ground, and I could see the Holy City of God directly below me. Clouds rushed by as the whistle of air against my ears crescendoed to a scream. I opened my mouth in an attempt to harmonize against the noise with my own, only to find that the speed of my fall was forcing too much oxygen into my lungs to even breathe.

I looked upwards to see the height from which I had fallen and saw a host of angels watching me as I continued my descent. The face of God was nowhere to be seen. If only he cared enough about me perhaps I would not hit the earth. Even if I could be saved, my body has melted to a shade of its former self as the velocity of my descent has triggered a painful fire that has already consumed me. And still I fall, like a torch thrown from the sky.

But I know that I am not that fallen angel. I am Omega, the last human. I must break out of this nightmare. I am the only one. . .

Suddenly I hear the girl's voice in my mind. She is asking me if I want to end the fall. I know what my answer is the moment that I feel my body collide with the ground. But instead of awaking to a tangled bed, I awake from my fall and climb to my feet to view the world I have entered.

All around me the Holy City is in ruins, its temples of worship and souvenir-shops destroyed. The smell of sulphur is in the air. The smoke continues to hover over the city, slowly rising to reveal the extent of the damage.

In the distance I look to the mount. The monoliths that once dominated it are now in ruins. I carefully lower my bruised body to the ground to rest. I am tired, so tired. . .

I close my eyes and lose myself in another delusion. All around me there are voices. A few sound strained from emotion, others are seeking answers. But there is one that rises above the rest as I fade into darkness again.

"Is he dead or alive? He must live. He must!"