E 52: The Cadaver

Smokes. Clouds of smokes surround a dead body in the middle of ruins. This dead body, once beautiful, seeks justice.
Scars, wounds, broken bones, blood... The body jerks, eyes slowly open, strength caresses its palms as this body rises up from its own grave. It uses its arms to wipe off blood and eventhough it seems impossible to do so due to its wounded arms, this body is able to clean itself well and stand up on its own feet.
This has happened before. It is easier to regain strength the third time around.
Its skin grows thicker, its eyes grow wider, its claws grow longer, its heart becomes wiser.
Its heart. It's closed again.
The body's head opens, a blinding array of glowing dusts surrounded it. It lets its head do the walking, talking, and feeling. The heart was a big joke.
The body trudges the gothic ruins like a vagabond in solitude. Once again, it finds colors hidden in the corners of things in this ruins. These colors are sucked in by the head and it creates a magnificent display on the body.
Night and day make no difference as the ruins appear to be an endless time of cloudiness and entrapment. The body finds joy in the colors.
But then, another body arrives; A second body, a silhouette that attracts the first body for its presence. The second body arrives with more colors in its pockets and this makes the first body the happiest thing in the ruins.
But how can one trust a stranger? The first body knows not. And it does not care. It knows the colors given by the second body could be made up--illusions only made to temporarily feed the hunger of their amusement. The first one is not sure with its musings. Maybe this second one is REAL. The colors seem to glow in their mightiest.
Smokes clear the place, lights beam in, sky exhibits blue, and the body takes the colors, prepared once more for any possible tertiary blow, but at the same time, lets itself become vulnerable as its heart slowly breathes back to life... For what is a beggar in a world of uncertainty.