I Am No God

I tremble, my vision flickering, the world spinning around me. Before me stands a woman, black blood flowing through her body, and I collapse before her. My steps are unsteady, my sense of balance shattered. I stretch my arms out in front of me, hands bracing against the cold ground, and I hear the persistent dragging of a chain, footsteps in sync with the clinking sound. A shiver runs down my spine, and before my eyes, everything fades to gray. I am before Viena, but my exhausted eyes can barely see her as I try to stumble past. My legs wobble beneath me, my back hunched. The footsteps grow louder, and the rasping voice follows. Slow, but still faster than me. Fear grips me, my body screams in pain, unable to keep up with the demands I place on it.