One minute, I was flying free through the air.
The next, I came crashing down into cold, unforgiving concrete.
As I lay dying, I tried to move my now useless appendages, but all that came out was a pathetic twitching. Panic and pain was my world. In the distance, the mountains I watched began to turn, turn in the snow.
I could feel my heart race as this thing, this titan turned around and stared down at me through its immensely black hood. I could feel its gaze meet mine somehow, through that emptiness, as it leaned in towards me.
Suddenly, the prospect of dying didn't seem so bad.
A familiar sense of longing and comfortability began to wash over me as my mind faded to nothing...
As I watched the bird die, its little wings flapping, I felt tears stream down my face.
"Oh no, oh just sleep little one, I'm so sorry, so sorry..."
What was I apologizing for? I didn't do this.
And it occurred to me how much I must have looked like death to this little creature, with my large hood blackening my face and my large, slender-fingered hand coming towards it, ready to embrace it and pull it towards its ultimate end, and I thought about how it may have seen the countless stars reflected in that great endless pool, somewhat like eyes...