The night comes, I am not at home.

[syl_thorn]

Going on midnight and beyond, Thursday, May 6th, day 340
Somewhere in DreamTh'beach ain't changed much. I see th'tangled net where Tess wuz snared, the deep gouges'n stone'n sand where we dragged th'boat ashore an' launched it again. There's a reekin' stain on th'sand where th'sea serpent puked Polly back up, th'scoured loops on th'sand where't

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[damien_dw]

Close my eyes.

Open them on a storm. Wind and water lashing out with a desperation as if trying to cover emptiness. Feel it pulling at me, mindless hunger. Desperate need. But it doesn't push me into a new shape. I'm still the basic version of me. Black tshirt, jeans and my hair loose over my shoulders at the mercy of the weather. If I let it do that to me.

This place feels familiar to me even as I know I've never been here before. Not the look of it, but the feel...And then I recognize it. Sort of. And I realize I have been here before. Maybe. I don't want to go looking for the tower with its garden of bloodthirsty roses just to make sure it's the same place.

But why is it still here? And why does it feel so desperately empty? Realize I'm standing at the tide line when the waves wash over my bare feet. The rain pounds down on my head warm as the rain sometimes is in the south, the wind pushes me and I nearly stumble. Lightning flashes and I see what might be people or statues.

I want to see them better, take a single step and space folds around me bringing me closer. I feel the sharp pain in my foot as something cuts into it. A rock? Broken shell? Something else? This place likes pain...and fear.

Now I can see three people, two women on the beach and one man in the water.