From a distance, you can see everything very clearly
To the east, a wind-ached field with an ancient tower built out of stone
To the west, a forest-clad mountain and the river running out into the ocean, beyond the dense spruce tops
Straight ahead, just where the ground has started to stretch, is a house, where the sunrise reaches into every window
It is just starting to get dark
The sweet stench of thе apples rotting in the grass stands like a wall in thе overgrown garden
The trees are still dripping from the sweat of the day's heat and you hear wailing in the ditch behind the house
You walk close
Something is lying there
Something swollen and glossy
When you have come so close that you can see your reflection in the slimy membrane, two black eyes open
They see right through you
A lurid moon is rising in the sky
The wind carries a whispering call
"CNIDARIEL"
"CNIDARIEL"
"CNIDARIEL"