thethuthinnang@photovotary@beige.party
You are standing before me, looking directly into my eyes. Behind me is only forest. Behind you is The Void.
You can hear the scolding of squirrels, the business of songbirds, and something else—something creeping. The sunlight fades quickly. We are in the lovely crepuscle now, a dark periwinkle underglow.
You can barely see my face but you cannot look away. You realize as the darkness surrounds you that I’m not there. The woods have engulfed me. The woods surround you, too. You are here and not here. You no longer wonder where I am. You know where we are.
The beasts, they hunt all around. The nightjar is quiet. The owl interrogates you. You don’t disclose what you know. You’ve always been excellent at keeping secrets. This is your reward.
The brook keeps running quietly, only loud enough. When will we see each other again? Then the thought is gone forever.