[The angel sits on the top of twisted and broken rock in the middle of a vast lake. The air is warm, like it's the dead of summer despite the winter stars, and the humidity makes the air heavy enough to feel like you could choke on it.

There's no breeze off coming off the water to provide relief despite its vast size. On closer inspection, through the mists lingering on the surface like phantoms, that it is not a lake but a giant crater in the skeletal remains of a great city. The corpse is fresh and decomposing all around the boy and his little perch.

Suddenly, black monoliths appear around Kaworu Nagisa, somehow made more intimidating by their faceless nature. They are flat and featureless, except for the words SEELE and SOUND ONLY in bold red letters. They are both physically there and not there at the same time. There's a presence but no form, not really.

Kaworu twists to look at whomever is intruding upon his memory, his pale lips twisted into a frown that's more frustration than fury. This memory isn't sacred or even secret. It's just bitter.]

So. You've come to hear a lecture? Or just them lecturing me about my purpose?

[Feel free to hit me up with anything or use Winter Mourning prompts from last year!]