When he catches wind of a secretly whispered word, he stops to listen.
It tells him of a man’s innocence and righteousness, lost among the fangs of a broken lion.
It tells him of the mistakes of angels who were also born into imperfection, and are currently waiting for a final solution.
It tells him of clay houses that collapse easier than the wings of a moth, and of broken things that remain broken.
Though it was whispered, the word turns his dreams into nightmares as he watches fools being born underground and make their way to trouble’s surface.