Literature
Omen (tentative name / in progress)
Basked in the tears of the sky a lone figure traveled through a busy city. Hours had passed since it began to walk with no place in mind. Now in an unknown place with few people in sight; it walked on. It kept going until only nature could be seen. Tired, satisfied or both, it gradually slowed down its pace. Each step slower than the latter, it eventually came to a halt. Time went by until it moved again.
It slowly extended its arms, with drops traveling its face as it looked up with dead eyes. Pleading, closed its eyes, falling to its knees, now at the mercy of the night.
As if to answer its pleas, something fell, dispellin