Current Walking themed OVGMC 1 entry
Story behind the song
Young Trealon finds himself free from the debris. He remembers only his name. Pressed on by the heat from the still burning wreckage and the smell of crisping flesh of his shipmates, he makes his way from the crash site. Where was he from? What was he doing hear? "Yes of course... I must have been on that ship when it crashed. But where was that ship from... where am I?" he thinks to himself. He finds himself unable to form anywords. Blood trickles from his bruised and sliced open face. The area around his mouth is swollen from the impact and only the faintest murmer for help escapes his form.
From the point on the crag which his ship crashed he is able to see the dark outline of civilization. If only he could get there...