From Ingvar Across the Island into the Woods, Dawn Monday
The island woke up to a rattling of teacups and shelves. Just off the coast, Ingvar Islet gave a visible tremble, practically vibrating. There was power in it, like plates shifting but not quite-- a quake, but one with a clear purpose.
It found that purpose lying somewhere now-forgotten, hidden between trees and covered in moss and beetles and the scars of years of corrosion. A stone, an unremarkable stone, at least for a moment.
And then it shifted.
The moss parted. The beetles fled. The cracks in its surface moved, until suddenly they were legible again.
Teal deer gathered 'round.
And then it sang.
If you dream them, they will come. If you dream them, they will come. If you dream...
Ingvar Islet settled, satisfied. He had found the reassurance he was looking for - and over the next few days, it would only build, dream upon dream, breath upon breath.
[ and Field of Dreams is a-go! As of now, the stone will call to those who have lost... come find it, come touch it. Or come looking for it and find nothing at all... Anyone touching the stone is NFB ]
It found that purpose lying somewhere now-forgotten, hidden between trees and covered in moss and beetles and the scars of years of corrosion. A stone, an unremarkable stone, at least for a moment.
And then it shifted.
The moss parted. The beetles fled. The cracks in its surface moved, until suddenly they were legible again.
Teal deer gathered 'round.
And then it sang.
If you dream them, they will come. If you dream them, they will come. If you dream...
Ingvar Islet settled, satisfied. He had found the reassurance he was looking for - and over the next few days, it would only build, dream upon dream, breath upon breath.
[ and Field of Dreams is a-go! As of now, the stone will call to those who have lost... come find it, come touch it. Or come looking for it and find nothing at all... Anyone touching the stone is NFB ]