Darkness.
Oblivion.
This is the hour of nothing.
Please place your shoes in the kitchen sink.
Don't listen to the screaming in your brain.
Just toss it under the train.
Seasons in the abyss pass by untold.
There are great darknesses. And within these darknesses, something begins to move. . .to open. . .
The eye. Massive, it stares into you, filling you uncomprehensible dread.
Huge. It's fucking huge.
Words I can't understand. How is it speaking? How am I hearing it?
Darkness again.
Blurred, half memories coming back through a haze. Someone is speaking. Someone is talking. Who? What the hell are they saying?
A name? My name? What the hell. . .
And then things get really crazy.
Everything starts to swirl and coalesce into a technicolor explosion as I'm rocketed along through. . .something. A long tunnel? I don't know. . .
After what seems like hours/days/years/millenia, I'm virulently expelled back into reality. It feels something like being born. Again.
It takes a moment to realize there's nothing solid beneath me. Yet.
I hit the ground. Hard. After several moments, the shock wears off and I begin to pull myself up out of the massive hole I've made in the ground.
I look around, not knowing where I am or really caring. But there is a vision in my head. A place. I hope it's nearby because it looks like I'm walking.
I take a moment to wipe away the dust and dirt that cover my torn jeans and my black leather jacket. Stopping at a small puddle, I wash off my face and catch a glimpse of my reflection. My hair's a little longer and slightly unkempt. Plenty of time to get it cut.
Face seems no ok. No damage, scarring, or bruises. Goatee's not bad either. But like the hair it needs a trim.
The man called Grimm couldn't but smile a bit at his reflection. Standing up and trudging along down the road he found himself on, an old, familiar tune began to play in his head.
"Well, let's see what that bald bastard's gotten me into this time. . ."
