Peasants swinging their cencer-like comets as he runs through the marshy reeds, sparks flying up into the ark sky.
“Its light lured scores of odd insects out of the dark.”
How traumatized is he that he thinks dead eyes could help him see twice as well or behind him, or that the old woman at the beginning had not been dead. His 7 year old imagination is naive but twisted, too.
This is brutal. It’s hell.