Ezekiel’s Page - (Sam Winchester’s Journal - Entry #29)
Wherever I go, it’s nothing but fields of ruin and stretches of desolation. It’s even worse than what I expected, even if I had heard the stories through the angel grapevine what Sam Winchester went through the last few years. The Trials didn’t make things better of course, but I was hoping to find at least a preserved space. The more I’m wandering into Sam’s mind, the more I’m witnessing desert landscapes and rivers run dry, burnt forests and hills, all haunted by voices in the distance and shadows of people long gone.
I don’t know how long it will take to heal this man from the inside. I guess I’ll have to play God in some ways to revive the forests and plains, rebuild lost memories and dreams, and breathe new life into pieces of a soul shattered in places Sam himself must ignore. Needless to say it won’t be an easy task, particularly seeing how weak I am at the moment.
Angels who walked the Earth before the Fall told me once that even the most devastated human mind was a complex work of art from God. I see what they meant now, but unfortunately, I have no time to marvel on its beauty.
I’ve got work to do.