They point at me.

Whenever they do, however, and whatever they may, I do not know.

All I feel is the presence.

But I have no response, because I do not know what it is.

And so I'm curiously confused.

Then I will take a moment glancing backwards.

•♦•

I feel it, the silk on fine cloth that was sent to me from the abyss.

Why, when, and how, I do not know.

All I can feel is the bluntness woven into the art.

So I leave it alone.

Curiousity made me ask, and that I did.

The answers I received were ridiculous, yet it felt true in a sense.

But that sense, the very same detecting I felt with all that was, it scared me.

No, not quite, it made me worry.

•♦•

A gust of wind flows, and along with it, came smoke.

I see a furnace of a being, containing fuel that was set alight, and burned without a space to vent.

Because of that, I look the logical path, I went forward and tried to calm it, stifle the dangerous-seeming heat that it emanated.

But when I tried, it calmed down instantly, and left.

Not quite, I didn't even try.

•♦•

Banners are strewn across the sides of the giant's that make up this life.

I watch discolored stars fall down at off angles, and a single shining light float towards me.

I asked it what was going on.

The light flickered, and it seemed to ask itself the same question.

A blurry continuum ensued, and I realized absolutely nothing.

The light faded and the fallen stars were swept up.

I do not know why, when, or how.