The rains drift down so lightly they are like mist. A moth silently beats its wings and lands on her finger. It whispers of what has occurred and she gives a knowing smile.
They have entered this place. Heavy bodies in a thin world. Their very movements will tear apart the tenuous reality of this place, while their thoughts project like shockwaves and their emotions burn like cinder. As they delve deeper into this world, they will open it up like a spear thrown through hanging sheets.
Humans, ever so curious. They don’t know what they are stepping on. She will watch them as they destroy her world with eager eyes. For when this reality is slashed apart in their wake, she is free to enter theirs.
Paddy Dobson
21st July 2022