Oh, if only I could tell what my future held - I could turn this screw and I would know: Could I bring fire back to the Earth; would my universe expand? But in these -ember months now that New Year's died, should I leave it all behind? Do I value life, my limbs or legacy? Will I become a god or go to purgatory? Hollow faces, hollow places, hollowed shells and hallowed halls - I'm crawling down Apollo's corridor.