The Murder have carried me on their blackened wings and brought me impossibly high, dragged me into the clouds. I have seen citadels of thunderclouds and floating rock high above the earth.
In the voice of the lightning, they have told me the name of the place up there: the Vault of Heaven, a world far above our own where the only source of light is the lightning that rides the Murder wherever they go.
When the Murder inside me fill me with their power, I feel the lightning ride me too.
