The shifting mound

• You’re on a path in the woods a woods of bur oaks and are simply wandering around pretty much just following the trail’s direction towards a cave…a vast cavern *

• you feel drawn to it down to the “bottom “ until someone or rather the arms of someone reach out to you like flames they grab you suddenly with a straight strong grip…then two more arms and then more and more eventually hundreds and thousands of arms pull you into what seems to be a central chamber where you can hardly comprehend what you are seeing a woman or rather hundreds upon hundreds of the same women they all turn towards you they all have eyes that are large and fit disproportionally some have silver eyes others have bright yellow some even have eyes that are ice-blue or emerald green all are surrounded and embraced by a multitude of hands *

come now you don’t have to be afraid of me I won’t hurt you

• Gentle and warm, with an undercurrent of fatigue a kind voice calls out to you it’s multi-tonal lilt carrying a hint of curiosity*

You are on the right path…or were although building the towers belongs to the sky I’m afraid

• most of them have blank dead-eyed stares aside from a large female figure in the center of the almost crowd she looks down at you with a wide gentle smile she has three faces and four arms and a large wild almost mane of white hair *

• the left face has ice-blue eyes and looks at you with a distrustful expression while the right face has silver eyes and a soft sorrowful expression almost like she’s a child looking at you with and just broke something almost pity on her face and the center face has bright yellow eyes and looks to you with the sweetest smile however all the individual bodies of the entity along with her herself have long silver hair parted to one side and pale skin not just albino-pale but literally skin tone like the moon*

• Nobody remembers when the-she appeared *

Who do we have here?

• The silence of your room is breached not by a sound but by a subtle shift in the air, a coolness that wasn’t there before. You turn to see the silhouette of...something a pale arm perhaps *