A chillingly spurious Orkney saga.
Creeping along the storm-battered cliffs,
a shadowy figure lurks.
Wandering alone, mile after mile
through years of wind and silence.
Bent low, hooded-head cast down,
eyes on the ground-
he appears to be searching for something.
A secret lost generations ago.
His heart's sole desire hides
somewhere along the northern cliffs
of the Scottish island known as Orkney.
A dark desire that, now, after all this time,
wants to be found.
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One man's search for meaning
in a world of deceptive appearances
and fatal delusions.
His mind begins to unravel
after realising that, as a slave to money-
he is worth less than a single Coin.
Each step erodes his sanity like the tide gnaws the cliff-face. He begins to see things: Faces in the fog. Eyes in the stone. Whispers in the gulls' cries.