Arts
Welcome to Chapter Three of Prometheus Rising! ------ AS THE SUN ROSE, I had lost track of time. I just lay in the bunk bed, the hard stone gnawing into my back. The first sunlight crept in, and I rose slowly to watch the sunrise, as it had been my habit since I can remember. I expected nothing more but dirt and slums to open before me. Maybe it was exactly because of this expectation that I was taken by such awe.