Autumn. Chilly days, wet nights, disaster looming. The seeds of death were sown in that most hated of seasons.

Winter. Glacial winds, dank cells; the harbingers of death. More died in the winter than any other season.

Spring. Teasing and taunting, a heartbreaker of a season as the world was reborn and he was left to decay.

Summer. Sweltering heat and reeking prison cells. Long agonizing days when he craved for sunsets, even if it meant the feared darkness. Cruelest as well; memories of friends swimming before him only to vanish like a mirage, leaving only stone and bars behind.

Current mood: creative
Current music: Crash Test Dummies - God Shuffled his Feet