On the final day of judgment, God closes his eyes.
So the sea water hung upside down, the cross sank into the abyss; twelve tombstones grew out of the foam, and the inscriptions on the inscriptions were apocrypha written in blood.
Adrian is the thirteenth gravekeeper.
His job is simple: to salvage sunken memories and press those hot, struggling, restless soul fragments into the gaps in the cross monument piece by piece. Until the twelve crosses are filled, until God opens his eyes again, until the world is rewoven.
He remembered that the sea water was salty, like tears. Remember the cross is cold, like bone. I remember that I once had a pair of complete eyes...
Until that day, he picked up a piece of clear crystal.
There is no confession, no prayer, no pain and death in the crystal, only the figure of a black-haired young man.
The waves suddenly became quiet.
Adrian's right eye began to bleed.
Lucien*Adrian
Seminary student* was demoted to an angel
Demining: bullshit
Intention: God said memory is a gift, but I only remember pain