spoken in a 18-25 year old female british accent with about 1 sec. pause after each line.


I recall a memory,
allthough it seemed more like a dream that day.

I was walking along an alley.
It must have been spring.
The cherry trees were blossoming in the dim morning light,
filling the air with a pleasant scent.

I remember a child standing next to me,
it must have been the same age as I.

It was staring down at its shadow, with tears in its eyes.
There was no need to ask why it was crying,
I knew why.

Every child is born with wings.
Decieved by gravity, never can they spread them.
It must have realized that.

All I could do was hold its hand.
Because I am what I am.

I will never forget that day.

The day my wings did not disapear from my shadow.
The day I was not decieved.
The day he choose me.


My name is Omega,

and I will never forget...

my awakening...