Earthblood - Crossroads 10 (Patreon)

The Spirits. The ceremony. The attack. The tree. The Shore Lands. Your very nature. There's so much to think about. So much to process. 

Lorta's words echo in your ears, a low hum of meaning and worry. Nelo gently squeezes your hand in his sleep, his breath slow and steady. The creak of the wooden island and the muffled rippling of ocean waves move nearly in time with him. Your heartbeat slows to match the tempo almost instinctually, and you feel yourself drifting towards a dream. 

And yet you feel aware, like you are not asleep at all. You cannot move, and yet you are moving. You cannot see, and yet you are blinded by color. You cannot hear, and yet there is nothing but music. 

Your fingers graze along strings of sound, vibrating throughout empty space. The echoes of the world are so distant now, but with every minute flick of your fingertips you feel ever so slightly, a shift in the music. The rhythm. The Song.

A muffled voice. A beautiful melody. Something is wrong. Everything is perfect. Someone is calling. There is no sound but the Song.