I can't believe... the night, so tired.
I fell asleep on the hill, watching that sweet sunset, warm like a winter coat, held tight against the winter chill... I fell asleep but woke suddenly. It wasn't yet fully dark, but someone stood outside the grove of trees watching me. Someone, yet not. I could barely see, but heard him, it, breathing. Ragged, raspy breath. Suddenly I saw another approaching.
They were no larger than I, but fearsome to behold. That fear took hold of me and I fled. I couldn't run to the water, darker than a clouded night sky. I ran west, fleeing my sanctuary. I ran for miles, until out of breath. My eyes had grown accustomed to the dark, and as I looked behind me, I saw it, staggering toward me. How it was so close, yet moving so slow, I have no idea. Moving slowly... a procession... veiled faces... I was forced to run again.
Every time I thought I had found safety over a small rise or in a small hollow, it was there behind me. Maybe there were several, but I never saw one but it was behind me. Sneaking... following... a coat...
... a handshake...
I fled until I came to those towering cliffs, impassable at night, possible by day as well. Yet I tried. I came to a small cave, I was forced to climb to reach it, but it gave me shelter for the rest of the night. Like the trees, but not... I saw those two... things in the distance, staring up at me. Neither approaching, nor leaving.
And so the night passed. As morning approached, they left. Too far away they were for me to see clearly. Now my fear grows. What are they? How many?
... so many faces, all veiled...
I write this as a warning in case I cannot write more. This place is cursed... This place is heaven...
