A sudden explosion and the fire held back for days could no longer be contained. A single voice screams, the margin reached and surpassed. Its victim knew of only one solution, to escape. Walk away to survive another day. The pressure of every demand left behind, to awake in complete silence and allow a renewal to take place. Start anew if only for a day, to remember your skin and how the wind feels against it. Tend to your wounds and feel the warmth of the sun once more.
An escape to tame the inner beast was the plan. The plan in effect disrupted by a single discovery. The child that bites the hand of the beast has something to show, a single emergent tooth. The escape never took place, but the beast breathed and wept tears of relief.