"I'm tired. I'm tired of rushing from place to place in an endless flow of activity; in a whirlwind of effort and strain. I want to sit. I want to si..
Fedor now sat and thought about the acceleration of time and began to wonder; why was it that time chose to present itself in such a way? Why isn't re..
As Fedor awoke from serenity he felt a rare sense of reinvigoration, rebirth even. Even so, Fedor was dying. Slowly. Dying of life, as we all do. Deep..
The gears had stopped, no whirring, no cogs, no steam, just a pace of slow churning; enough to stay conscious. Fedor was ruthlessly doing and seldom ..