you read me

i see you

you waver and wave

You walk. A soft crunch follows another. 

You forget.

In this darkness a man and a woman approach you. Their black robes are frayed and faded, but still betray a bit of honor.

The woman places her right palm on your left shoulder as the man’s left hand falls onto the other.

Startled, and unable to move, you wait for them to speak.

“No, not yet,” says the man. “Go back.”