Visit

Keeping the promise to self, the visitor visits. Dressed in a daemon, approaches the pedestal set in the middle of time. Gazes upon a familiar zeal in an unfamiliar form.

Words pour out of the skull and it's crown into the visitor's eyes without eyes. In a voice from the past, it says, "My dream, a bold sailor, half ship half hurricane, silent as a butterfly, impatient as a falcon: how did it have time and patience today for weighing of worlds?"