Chronicles of the Lost Thought:
Mirror of Twilight p4: Enigma
Mirror of Twilight p4: Enigma
Come follow
Words form as they erupted to their lips, a hundred murmurs and no questions. The room echoes of several thoughts as deVars hears things that reflect something about childhood.
follow follow
It seems that the majority of the voices were starting to say it as well - the whole part now moves slowly to the steady rhythm.
follow follow
The voices. . . many children. . . running around at his place. . . the swirling voices going out and about - their echoes make the room shake into his head. Drill into his being.
follow me
And there, knees falling to the floor, he felt -
He wasn't dreaming. . . the pain was the sole witness to the lot.
Whether shall I follow follow, Whether shall I follow follow follow follow follow you?
To the greenwood greenwood greenwood tree. . . Come follow. . .
To the greenwood greenwood greenwood tree. . . Come follow. . .
And a little voice - not to be heard. . . inched in - a soft mellow song - of someone waiting on the depths of the night. . . and stars. deVars was soon to pick up the voice if he could just stand longer from the cascading cacophony cast on him.
follow follow follow follow me. . .
