The-Sleepy-Insomniac

Oh Black Suit! Blinding us from the truth With your false light.

Angel, Angel You've fallen so far Brought to the Earth From your perch atop a star.

 Chapter 1: Grey Synaptic Requiem It was Wednesday, late Wednesday. As Cylea made her way through the airport terminal, people surged past on either side of her, pushing and shouldering, hefting bags and coats like weapons against the cold and the light drizzle of rain that played along the sidewalks outside. Her black leather boots padded silent across dull grey carpet worn smooth by the footsteps of thousands of passengers over the last century and a few spare decades beyond that, stepping lightly past clusters of obese, stereotypical tourists that clung to the walls in noisy knots. Most of them were Chinese, men and women from the East