I remember the falling, and before that the terrible cry of madness, of a mind breaking, but somehow, I remember him above me, flying up higher and higher, speeding away faster and faster. People do not fall up. What was before the fall? A loose stone, I think, under my foot?
Ah! but what are these reminiscences? I shall lie in my darkness and contemplate the gentle rain. Such puzzles are for the day and the light that must come. So what if he fell into the sky and not into the valley? It is enough that he is gone.
Tale Told 