Two Eyes Cenote he will never sleep

a soft shiver slithers down his spine.

sometimes there are moments when a choice feels life altering, like the universe was sighing with relief that the correct choice was made.

in that moment, stark feels that significance as if it were a tangible, palpable thing.

tonight he would shed the names of those who had come before him, recycle and reused and take on one that was wholly his own.

he parts ways with eset offering her a soft thank you, unsure of how to prepare for it, himself.