I was sitting in an armchair and looking at the gardens, the trees that I was climbing and the tree from which I fell and lost my legs. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor as I remembered what it felt like to run through these gardens as a boy. Now I can only watch from my chair, my legs useless beneath me. But what I've lost in physical ability, I've gained in something far more powerful - the sight beyond sight. The raven comes to me in my dreams, its three eyes seeing everything that was, is, and will be.