Explore Crater

     Pictures came in waves; distorted and disjointed. With the pictures came distant and nebulous pain. And as each wave rolled by he soon lost his finer memories–the pictures were blurring together. The waves were murky orange and they heavily obscured his vision. Through the dark ocean he peered out, seeking answers. Whenever he felt close to seeking the truth a collection of tiny voices called out with the rolling surf. He fought their call but invariably his eye lids grew heavy and his eyes were unable to focus on anything. Deeper into the water he was dunked where he waited for the next wave.      Time was the tide. At modest levels—...