Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
Perhaps things would work out for them. Perhaps they’d resolve their bizarre tendencies. Perhaps it would fold into something not as condemning. Perhaps they wouldn’t, and it would fall apart at the seams, parting ways at some eventuality, some other monumental catastrophe. The way this world worked, it was hard to know, fathom, predict, or understand half of the earth’s antics. Despite any of his machinations or trials, he couldn’t determine the next void as much as the next individual: especially based on plans surrounding LongNight or Fiat Lux.
The squirrels continued, an escalation of noise and cacophony, no longer quiet or hushed in their chattering, a heightened prowess. Was it meant to dissuade and trick? Follow me, follow me echoed and pressed, and he was half-tempted to create ear plugs just for it to cease. His eyes meandered on the pathways though, on the darker throngs outside torch light, on the potential for more than just siren calls and wails of strange squirrel interactions – imagining intertwining vines, entangled knots, and any other monsters lurking in the midst. “In the middle.” If they ever made it there; enticed by the notion of flying above and over, uncertain if there was a trap in those plagues and canopies too.
The squirrels continued, an escalation of noise and cacophony, no longer quiet or hushed in their chattering, a heightened prowess. Was it meant to dissuade and trick? Follow me, follow me echoed and pressed, and he was half-tempted to create ear plugs just for it to cease. His eyes meandered on the pathways though, on the darker throngs outside torch light, on the potential for more than just siren calls and wails of strange squirrel interactions – imagining intertwining vines, entangled knots, and any other monsters lurking in the midst. “In the middle.” If they ever made it there; enticed by the notion of flying above and over, uncertain if there was a trap in those plagues and canopies too.
DEIMOS
