Your Unstable Dose of G/t (fluff?)

The Illusion of the Mind

Night befalls on a twilight forest,

the little critters sleep peacefully dawn.

Owls however stay awake,

hunting for whatever deemed food.

The air was eerily cool and harsh for still wind,

too much for a gale at a time so soon.

But in a clearing laid down a mysterious aura,

one that did not belong to this world.

It shifted and sprawled itself on the ground,

waiting, waiting, waiting to be found.

By who? It was known by the dead.

The dead, the damned of the world.

Casted out and driven to hells' road.

But this little soul doesn't waver,

determined and brazenly shining with confidence as it slowly walks by dangers' face.

Snake like movement entranced the sleeping,

a reflex and instinct for something much warmer,

it gets closer, closer and pounces on its prey.....

Only to let go and opens its eyes.

"What are you?" the being asked.

Bugged, it was, and quite literally,

as the tiny silhouette of a homo sapien came to view.

"Nothing it seemed." the eyes must've deceived.

But it stays locked onto the unmoving creature,

scrutinizingly taking on its features.

Then it then realised, what was he?

Where was he?

Why was he here?

He knew nothing about this world.

He knew nothing about this thing.

He knew nothing about himself.

He knew nothing about what was going on.