CIRCLE A fearful archangel traverses these ravaged lands of dejection. Hindered only by his vast knowledge of what is to come for him and everything else. The constancy of the turmoil is thoroughly disconcerting. Unwinding the sacred chords of time, he subjects himself to all the pain and malaise his world will face. Once a paradise, he now finds himself in a putrid cesspool of lamentation. Missed chances. Blown opportunities. He can never move past it, because it will eternally surround him. Don’t feel sorry for him. It’s his own fault.