I awoke on a beach. I have no knowledge of what I am. I have no knowledge of what I was. All I can see is deep, thick fog and rocky cliffs with a narrow path snaking up them. The sea behind me is a stormy grey, yet no wind blows. The water's surface is smooth. A sheet of paper has washed up on the shore a couple feet away from me. I move over to it.
Whatever you do, don't let them touch you
What an odd message. Was it intended to trigger some kind of emotion? The fog seemed to be closing in on me. Who were the entities I was being warned of, anyway? I was clearly alone here.
But how did I know this? It was almost as if someone was telling me this, to assure me there was nothing to fear. Birdsong filled the air. This was odd, as after looking up at the grey, overcast sky there was an absence of anything with wings. I looked back to the beach and was shocked by what I saw. Hundreds of dead sparrows littered the shore. I can only assume they were dead because they laid still.
Then why could I still hear birdsong?
YOU ARE READING
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HorreurThere are some things the universe simply does not want to die. In a poor attempt to spare them, they are transported to a dimension you and I might call Limbo. All is not at peace in the grey landscape, though, as our focus is not alone.
