The Husk - Vantage Points (Martin)

Covered in darkness, I hide inside. Without light, my confinement seems eternal.

No track of time, squelched to dust, forgotten, forsaken.

I rest peacefully, without anger, fear or regret.

My only companion is the iron of my small cell. No window, no door to release me.

I do not care.

Lurking in silence, I wait for my time to come.

Only one purpose is known to me, manufactured in the depth of nowhere, I slumber until my release.

The days run by, time seems like an abstract concept to me, a cloudy idea, floating above me.

Then, suddenly a stroke trembles my humble home. The walls are moving, I feel lifted.

Tumbled in my prison, excitement starts rising in me.

The momentum stops.

A silent click.

Suspended in midair, I patiently wait.

A hard shock as I feel accelerated.

I feel weightless.

A sudden hit is shaking me.

Puzzled I keep tripping over myself.

Heat inclines.

I feel invigorated, an enormous power gets a hold of me.

The iron cannot keep me any longer.

My husk breaks.

I burst into the fresh air, immediately growing to majestic proportion.

Obstacles keep crossing my way but my touch turns them to dust.

I feel free!

At the height of my blazing escape, fatigue creeps up on me.

My energy vanishes, I crumble.

The last vapors of my glorious peak are still floating in the air and I finally fall to sleep.