A twisted dirge on an out of tune calliope cuts through the fog of your mind. . .

Now you remember. The blood, there was so much more blood than you were expecting. Given the life you led, dying was as easy as it was inevitable. The only surprise was that for the first time in your life you were doing the right thing. Nothing to do about it now. Now you must to stand before the throne of Pharasma and await her final judgement. At least in death, the pain of living has ceased. It seems likely pain is something you will soon be intimately reacquainted with but for now the respite is a blessing. How does a single selfless act balance against a lifetime of. . . Well you will know the answer to that soon enough. But, that is not the question tugging at the fraying edges of your consciousness. The real question is, Where did that carnival come from?

Carnaval de Rachat