The field stretches onward to a line of bare trees in the distance and he stands there, up to his knees in the whispering grass. Even further, the rolling hills fade into the horizon – other houses, other farms just specks beyond. There’s no one else. In the quiet, there’s nothing but a heartbeat.
A human skull wears a deep green swathe of fabric, and might have been called a skeleton except for two arms obviously made from wood rather than bone. Ivy pokes out through where the neck might have been…
Light creeps through the void between you and…anywhere else. Eyes closed, but a glow gently comes to life, like the beginning of a slow breath.
