Chapter 1
In the Mountains

Now when I'm alone, sitting under the night sky which fashions no stars, completly darks. And when I look into it,feels as if it is not the sky, it's devils eyes I am looking into. dark and black ;Darker than coal, darker than a sinner's soul. It is my purposeless life and all these thoughts, which keep snapping me away from the obscure reality and its between these snapshots I question the taboo I question the unquestionable, I question the forbidden, I question my existence. I am left with questions about myself, about ourselves, about religion and if it really does matter ? do the great lord really want to separte people, to tournament them??? In the bleak...