Little Gods

To truly know a soul one must perceive it from the inside out. Every soul is a labyrinth and a riddle. A soul is a collection of fragments, moments and memories glittering like jewels upon a web. Every piece has connections to all the others. This is the journey of a soul. An ancient soul, broken and forgotten, lost in dream and torment. Bit by bit, one tiny fragment at a time, the soul begins to awaken and remember. A shattered man regains consciousness in a filthy New York City alley. Tossed by the winds of chaos, a mindless, starving animal without a memory. Stumbling blindly through the bowels of a massive city in search of himself and the light. And, somewhere, whispering coyly in the darkness, an oath of vengeance awaits recollection.