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fandomtownies2017-01-10 07:21 am
endsthegame) wrote in fandomtownies2017-01-10 07:21 am
... Somewhere ... on the Island, Tuesday Morning
An unremarkable stone, overgrown with moss and home to families of beetles and insects, stood somewhere on the island, untouched and unseen. It had laid dormant for two years once more, quietly rebuilding its strength. Now, in the heart of winter, it had recovered it.
And so in the early hours of Tuesday, 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! all of your apps have been approved. come, dreamers, and touch the stone. or go looking for it and find nothing. all of this is nfb. ]]
And so in the early hours of Tuesday, 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! all of your apps have been approved. come, dreamers, and touch the stone. or go looking for it and find nothing. all of this is nfb. ]]