Glasswork Origami

The city freezes. A cold wind howls through its streets, an ominous whisper carried on it. A ruined world filled with cramped masses, ignorant and hungry for authority. It is near, a powerful force. A beast long dormant has awakened. Mankind is once again with enough strength to arouse its appetite. The power is invigorating, but where did it come from? The root question is a seed, with it comes a creeping dread, and an endless growth of new questions. It is multiplying. It is unfolding into something else. War, death, greed, lust, slavery, and fury. People shouldn't have this kind of power. Power over the mind is power over reality. "What?" the wind asks, "Creates reality, if not god?"