It's raining tonight, here in the fog.
It's never done that before. I'm cold, here in my cave. I've not
felt that here.
Something is changing.
The lights are out there tonight,
moving like... animals. Images flit through my head of what animals
they remind me of. Muzzles and paws, fins, flowing, running
circling. And teeth, oh so many teeth.
Are they circling towards me? Or just
moving? It seems like they hunt, but I don't know what their prey
is. And what would they do with their prey? Men hunt, I think,
sometimes, for the saving of something, not the eating of it.
With the rain comes something just more
than a slight breeze. Not enough to clear away the fog and show me
the sky above or below, but steady. Enough to bring scents I don't
recognize from this place.
And a sound.
Just slightly there, a wailing, I
think. Not the lights, though. Something else. Something...
beneath me.
It does not seem to come from the
ground, though, but from up around the edges of my island. It pulls
at me, rising and falling, sometimes to nothing, but always coming
back. There is a note in it that is not familiar to me. Though I
suppose no sounds here other than those of leaves and branches and my
own feet really are.
Time to go find out.
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