You return along the bank, following the trampled path. Soon the reeds thin; there ahead of you lies the irruption in the earth. Oil sprays still, glittering downwards past the lip.
You pause, unsure. You remember the sight of the void of stars beneath you, the vertigo as you looked down. The energy barrier, the broken tunnel lit from within. Your footing feels unsteady again, the earth fragile, the rising trees and wooded hills undermined.
What does it mean? Can anyone answer? Is there reason at all in this strange land?
Skirt the hole, heading for the bridge Blog One Blog Two
Skirt the hole and return to the oak Blog One Blog TwoCall out to declare your presence Blog One
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