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fandomtownies2015-12-19 11:16 am
endsthegame) wrote in fandomtownies2015-12-19 11:16 am
In Dreams, Across The Island, Saturday Early Morning
It was the second night full of troubles; at strike of midnight, in the dreams of those asleep, the living candle appeared anew. Its big black eyes were fully open now, and its flame seemed more like a crown. It stared straight through each person it touched. And it spoke.
"These are the shadows of things that have been. That they are what they are, do not blame me!"
It flickered out. What followed was a brief, stolen image of a dark creature shrouded by a cloak with a Santa hat. Though the dreamers could not see, a thick mist rose up over the waters, muddling the causeway; blocking not all passage, but some.
With it came something else: first stolen whisps of feeling, passed 'round in small portions. But it built as the sun made its journey, and when it rose again above the island, a blanket of shared feeling and ghastly connection fell over the island as sure as the mist had.
"These are the shadows of things that have been. That they are what they are, do not blame me!"
It flickered out. What followed was a brief, stolen image of a dark creature shrouded by a cloak with a Santa hat. Though the dreamers could not see, a thick mist rose up over the waters, muddling the causeway; blocking not all passage, but some.
With it came something else: first stolen whisps of feeling, passed 'round in small portions. But it built as the sun made its journey, and when it rose again above the island, a blanket of shared feeling and ghastly connection fell over the island as sure as the mist had.