Aksihota gazed at the grey waters of infinity, his skin numb from its cold and hostile air. How ironic that he would die here, in a place venerated by most but hated by him. All his life it had been there, always listening, and perhaps even waiting for this moment of Aksih’s submission to his creator. He finally stopped rowing, and his arms shakily fell to his sides.
This was it.
Aksih had tried to run from the memories, but they had always come back, each time with a stronger gr. . .