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fandomtownies2015-04-14 07:21 am
endsthegame) wrote in fandomtownies2015-04-14 07:21 am
... Somewhere on the island ..., Tuesday Morning
The children always brought energy to the island. Two years of them, and two years of grief from the island's denizens; two years of terror and joy and the occasional invasion.
It built up.
It built, and it built, and it built, until last night, it reached a critical mass.
Energy, spiraling from the park, flooded into the woods and found an old stone. An unremarkable stone, overgrown with moss and home to families of beetles and insects. But it was not truly such a useless rock: it caught that stored energy and added it to its own reserves.
The moss parted and fell. The beetles fled.
The cracks on its surface hardened, became legible again.
And it began to sing.
If you dream them, they will come. If you dream them, they will come. If you dream them, they will come.
It reached for the mourning and the lost, beginning with a quiet chime, but building from hour to hour into a song that rang through sleeping minds. Please. If you dream them, they will come.
[[ and field of dreams is a go! come, dreamers, and touch the stone. or go looking for it and find nothing. all of this is nfb. ]]
It built up.
It built, and it built, and it built, until last night, it reached a critical mass.
Energy, spiraling from the park, flooded into the woods and found an old stone. An unremarkable stone, overgrown with moss and home to families of beetles and insects. But it was not truly such a useless rock: it caught that stored energy and added it to its own reserves.
The moss parted and fell. The beetles fled.
The cracks on its surface hardened, became legible again.
And it began to sing.
It reached for the mourning and the lost, beginning with a quiet chime, but building from hour to hour into a song that rang through sleeping minds. Please. If you dream them, they will come.
[[ and field of dreams is a go! come, dreamers, and touch the stone. or go looking for it and find nothing. all of this is nfb. ]]