I dream of words, spoken into infinite space, glittering on with heavy beauty, and shadow, and no shame.
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"Beware he who lurks beneath the stars, beware he who lives deep in the woods, beware he who is everything and nothing, beware he who may be looking at you, because you may be never seen again, you'll be forgotten."
That's what the diary said, that was what the trees knew, that was what the owls wanted you to know. The owls. Those who can't be tricked, those who will always be there, even if you can't see them. Even when you think you are alone.
The lake is calling, the pines are calling. It is starting again. It's not going to stop.
In time the truth will be revealed, all the answers lie down beneath the surface. Hidden Under the Silver Lake.
