The trickle of water was a soothing answer to the harsh wailing of the wind.
A delicate repeating pattern of sublime jumbled rhythms, it would be hard to feel uneasy here.

We've heard your calls, read your letters and decoded cryptic messages across pirate radio waves. WE HEAR YOU! You all want to know... WHAT HAPPENED WITH RY'S BUTT?

Well join us this week for the thrilling conclusion to this epic tale.

Peeling back the tape, they found their gaze falling on an impossibility. An endless expanse in all direction. Such wonders and terrors seemed to call out to them, but neither knew how they should respond.

You are part of this world, not above it and not below it.
You do not move through it.
You do not conquer it.
You are part of this world.

Such a simple thing such as a glassy stare holds such power.

As most things do, it started small.

Perched in a tree together, we stare out over the barrens. Though relatively safe, we feel a disturbing presence. Looking down we see a snake at the base of our tree, with a face resembling our own.