Feelings of grief burst from where they lay latent within you. You realise things you have not words for, and you see things that are so beyond your comprehension you feel yourself skirting the edges of sanity. You are death and you know God, or at least god, and you don’t know what you mean by any of those things. Tears aren’t enough for the inhuman sadness that whelms within you, you can almost feel your body tearing apart, you can almost feel yourself decompose with grief.
Amongst all these things, one thing remains certain.
Ehvay is dying.
You have been pushing it out of your mind but that’s what they told you the night they went missing.
They are dying, slowly, maybe, slower than with other diseases but they’re probably not going to make another trip around the sun.They probably won’t make an outdated age of 30.
The earth begins a-rumbling the earth begins a-rumbling the earth begins a-rumbling
A hand reaches out of the earth
It grabs you. You close your eyes at feel it drag you down, down, down, into the centre of the earth.