Blissful Ignorance

Churches. What sacredness could possibly be found within a building of mortar and stone? And what god would ever wish to dwell within such a crude depiction of the holy palaces of old?
I remember the screams. If anything, I remember just that. They echoed, one voice made into a thousand, filling ...

Sorry, I guess it was a little abstract. The thing is, I wanted everything to be implication. Implication that something happened, something we could all guess, but each would see or hear a different way, the words that Relena would speak to Heero that would send his spirit both soaring and crashing ...

Sometimes, the night-sky reminds me of a carnival.
All I can remember about carnivals, is the noise and the crowds and the lights. The noise is similar to that of unchecked screams by those caught in the midst of battle. The crowded plaza reminiscent of cramped barracks and civilian transports ...