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With a woosh and a low droning sound that had been preceded by a few seconds of a high pitched tone, Patrick found himself sailing through a wormhole. Grey and black swirled around him giving the inside of this tunnel a candy cane pattern. He was in free fall, yet not feeling any fear or apprehension at all. A cool energetic breeze seemed to carry him as he tried to recall the moments before arriving in this tunnel.  "Ah." Patrick thought to himself as he saw glimpses of his family around his bed and him lying in it. They were crying and hugging each other. His sister lingered at his bedside holding his hand.  He embraced the silence of his journey in this wormhole.  Alone with his thoughts.  Without warning or indication his flying through this passage was concluding, he burst into a bright blue sky. The low drone stopped and the cool breeze was no more.  He was landing in a land that looked like Earth and began feeling puzzled and intrigued. Everyt...

Cracker Jack always returns to the cross in the field  by sunset. Each day, he slipped into a semi-conscious slumber, aware of his surroundings but truly living in his dreams. This day, the warmth of the winter sun reminded him of past fires and brought back vivid memories of Sienna. With his arms stretched over the arms of the cross, secured by vines, he drifted into vivid dreams. In his dream, the event that led to his imprisonment as a field guardian replayed itself. He scoured the scene for new perspectives—what must Lylas have gone through? The weight of his remorse for his actions was unbearable. Lylas, this beautiful girl, had been an object of his drunken desire. Believing the female body a complete living work of art, his only wish to hold her and feel the beauty of her form. Complicating this turn of events, “Doros” (as he was known in those times) was the close relationship he had with Dionysus over the last 20 years. Doros even made trips to Mt. Olympus ...

Cracker Jack stretched as he felt the vines loosen for his nightly release. A bright moonlit night bathed the garden and the surrounding pasture in a soft blue glow. He stood in front of the cross he had just jumped down from, appreciating the serene beauty of the landscape. He loved the bite of the winter's night air across his face. In his present form, he was capable of sensation, though perhaps not as sensitive as in his previous human form. Much like having a phantom limb, the mind plays tricks on the body—Cracker Jack had a phantom body. Winter's light, frigid breeze was his favorite sensation to savor—he was incapable of freezing to death. As he descended from his eternal station into the overgrown grass, three crows flew off with a caw. Their beautiful dark silvery blue feathers, with hints of purple and blue, caught the moonlight. These crows were recurring characters in his nightly routine, and tonight, their caws irritated him. He was halfway shooing them...