[And at the edge of your hearing you can pick up a faint whisper, genderless and quiet, there's a cadence to it, rise and fall, rise and fall. Another joins it, just a little off, and another... and another.
All around you, it rises in volume from the sheer amount of whispers, all hissing at you urgently, from every angle as you turn. Over and over. Your mind struggles, shifting through the conflicting noise, seeking desperately for a syllable or even a consonant set to dig into to make something of it make sense.
Finally, there, right in your ear, breath washing over your neck, you hear clearly what all of the others had been trying to say. don't run]
Re: Day 74, Afternoon
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[And at the edge of your hearing you can pick up a faint whisper, genderless and quiet, there's a cadence to it, rise and fall, rise and fall. Another joins it, just a little off, and another... and another.
All around you, it rises in volume from the sheer amount of whispers, all hissing at you urgently, from every angle as you turn. Over and over. Your mind struggles, shifting through the conflicting noise, seeking desperately for a syllable or even a consonant set to dig into to make something of it make sense.
Finally, there, right in your ear, breath washing over your neck, you hear clearly what all of the others had been trying to say. don't run]
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