Mykhos aevan leri

The wind rushes about her, swirling in smoky patterns of dark blues and dull greys. She stares into it, comforted by the familiarity. Beyond this, everything is darkness. She begins to walk and the wind catches each step cautiously; the feeling is is like floating on air, or water… she’s not quite sure if there would be a difference.

A deep breath, a pause to listen to the endless echo, and she begins to hum a monotone tune, inviting the thing she knows is to come. From the darkness a face begins to form. It etches itself into the colours of the wind. Placid, beautiful, it stares at her with hollow eyes and she stares back. She continues to hum its monotonous tune.

The face circles, taking on a sort of life as it moves through the wind. She thinks the hollow eyes begin to light up, and the face come before her again. It’s the same illusion, over and over again. Each time she swears the face will move but it does not.

The hollow eyes remain hollow, and as she loses herself in the search for any meaning, she is not sure if it is her who is still humming, or if it is now the face in the dark blues and dull greys of the wind.

Mykhos aevan leri

The words become distant as the wind and the face fall away and she is left to the darkness. A deep breath, a pause to listen to the endless echo, and she wakes.