Intro:
A boy walks his usual path
until he sees something fall from the sky
into a forest not steps away from him.
The boy enters the vast forest
only to find a mysterious place.
Little does he know he will be shocked
and scared to find out that all is not right.
He is walking deeper and deeper
and as he walks it gets darker and darker
and he sees...eyes.
On either side of him, bunches of orange eyes
all staring at the boy as if he were their prey.
What are these strange animals in the dark?
The boy is curious, he marches forward.
He comes upon a hill in a clearing
and on this hill there is a large, wooden cross
and on that cross is a figure that he cannot discern.
He ascends the hill and stands in front of the cross...
it is as if he were looking in a mirror.
His reflection staked onto the cross, bleeding,
moaning? It is still alive and says three words...
get. out. now. The moaning stops.
The boy turns and starts to run,
however, his path is blocked by strange creatures.
They are as wolves, though with red fur;
the orange eyes have followed him.
He turns towards the cross and runs past it
only to find himself in the forest once more
and it gets even darker around him
but what is that? A light?
There is a glowing aura in the distance.
The boy is mesmerized, he strides forward.
The light seems to move with him,
it gets dimmer and dimmer
until the boy reaches it's source.
A fallen, dying star sits before him.
He reaches out a hand toward the star,
it gets brighter the closer he gets.
As his fingertips brush the star...
it envelops him and shoots up into the sky.
The boy is suspended in space,
seeing a world no one has seen before.
He passes into an invisible atmosphere
and finds his breath again
as he descends to a platform
with a semicircle of diverse creatures;
they are all surrounding him.
The boy understands none of the languages
and has no idea where he could be.
The creatures whisper to each other
and before the boy knows it he is falling,
into a slide, nonetheless,
but on the other side of this slide
are vast piles of waste
and all around him are humans...
working under creatures with whips.
If one human disobeyed,
he would be mercilessly beaten and whipped.
It looked like hell on...well wherever this boy was.
He was pushed forward and set to work
shoveling the waste and disposing of it
into the atmosphere of Earth.
There was only one break for food
and the boy awaited it all day.
When it came he sat beside an old man
who had worked there all of his life
and they spoke of revolt,
they spread the word to everyone.
The next day as they started to work
the old man collapsed in fake pain
and as the guards rushed to whip him back up
the boy and the other humans ambushed the guards.
The boy raised a whip and yelled freedom
as they rushed the room they all started in.
It was empty.
Slowly more and more guards appeared out of nowhere
enclosing them all in the room
with the boy standing in the center.
The creatures walked to their chairs
and banged mallets on the table before them.
An enormous cross rose behind the boy
and the middle creature raised an open palm,
lifting the boy off the ground.
Out of nowhere stakes drove the boy's flesh to the cross
and, as he lost consciousness, he plummeted.
He awoke atop a hill barely still breathing
and moaned from the intense pain.
He noticed a figure ascending the hill
and saw himself, but his eyes were innocent.
The last words he was able to muster were...
get. out. now.
Then he took his last breath.
