Stavanger Bay dr jeykll

in chemical dreams, a great golden bird had chased lestan, bearing down upon him from the hot air, closer and closer until he could see its huge glittering eye and outstretched talons of fire. over and over they had pierced the mayfair, turning his blood, his heart, his very breath to flame.
over and over, he had woken crying out.
lestan's opening pupil located the strands of gold; his body twisted up in the sand and he plodded away from the other, the name of his daughter echoed beneath his muttering breath as the memory of those dreams scraped his mind.