Captain Gaylord Changes Into A Woodland Beast
I can remember how it happened, but documenting the process seems very unimportant now. A flicker of my life darts behind my eyes, but then I'll start running and forget. Moving forward from darkness into more darkness. Not searching for clarity, but accepting uncertainty and shady trees. When my paws touch earth, stone, root, or moss, I ask new questions that don't need modern answers. In fact, they call me "Son of Gun" because of the weapon that first knocked me down.