Of late the ominous dreams have become more dense and swift in their coming. Each trembling symbol burrows into the corners of your mind, emerging again in your waking hours…
Unsure what you could have done to bring on these visions, you drift reluctantly into an uneasy sleep.
Tonight, the robed figures appear again at a still hazy distance, faces obscured. You understand wordlessly what they require.
Without your willing them to move, your feet carry you steadily towards them, waiting for you where wine dark waves lap silently at the shore.
