I am a sacrifice bound with cords to the horns of the world's rock altar, waiting for worms. I take a deep breath, I open my eyes. Looking, I see there are worms in the horns of the altar like live maggots in amber, there are shells of worms in the rock and moths flapping at my eyes. A wind from no place rises. A sense of the real exults me; the cords loosen: I walk on my way.
The passage presents a vivid and poignant imagery of a character in a state of sacrifice, bound to an altar, alluding to feelings of entrapment and impending decay. The description of worms and moths suggests a confrontation with mortality and the ravages of time. Despite this grim scene, the character finds clarity and a sense of reality that uplifts them, as indicated by the loosening of the cords that bind them...
