In Dreams, Across The Island, Sunday Early Morning
A whispered voice broke into dreams at midnight: "All this surrounds you, and what do you do?" As it faded, so did an image fade into view: an old man with a Santa hat, malevolence shining out of his eyes. He gave way to darkness.
Just... cloaked darkness, made flesh.
The darkness stretched out one dark hand and pointed into the wild yonder.
The voice whispered, "This is what you will be."
The darkness turned its eyes on the watching. New nightmares came, some well past-- some still undiscovered country.
Just... cloaked darkness, made flesh.
The darkness stretched out one dark hand and pointed into the wild yonder.
The voice whispered, "This is what you will be."
The darkness turned its eyes on the watching. New nightmares came, some well past-- some still undiscovered country.