Sprouting Resplendent Wings

My world below me has crumbled forcing me to take on new wings…
The system that surrounds me has opened eyes to new heights of catalyst, and the senses of unknowing spirits dull…fade…aimless…
Aimlessly wandering through channeled doors to other angles of reality, bending their sight to fit the perception of the etile voice from below time….
I can hear it now, the siren's voice from on top the highest zenith of human awareness has not been so perceived in ages by the nether-crawling things that are seen as reflections in these days…