Months pass. Eye held his newborn daughter, Melody, in front of him cradling her tiny body along his arms. She was sleeping. Her mother, Arrow, was asleep also. He looked in Melody’s face searching for the little remnants of himself existing in her. Were those his eyebrows or perhaps his lips?
“I’m searching for my immortality,” Eye whispered to himself. Reverence warmed his soul. He realized God was close by smiling on Melody. Eye nearly forgot God in all the horror and destruction of war. Now he felt the Grand Goodness again. New life. New child. New book.