Great - I nodded to the hooded apparition on the other side of a river. The day began with the usual unpleasant light from the east and some nonsensical sounds reminiscent of birdsong.
I said, great, again to the henchman at the side, but there was no response.
Can you at least... - I tried to make eye contact, but he must be having a hard time seeing me, if he even has a pair of eyeballs. I thought to myself, this guy must be crazy to drag his rusty bones so low into nothingness. But then it hit me. It must be a special occasion, and there's only one occasion when these ghastly, evaporated shadows crawl out of their holes to witness a special event, every once in a while. I hate it when that happens, but who can follow all that modern stuff.
To be completely official and familiarize you with the situation at hand. This motherfucker came for the Monolith Day ritual. So, of course, he said shit to me. They are all mute, deaf and blind. None of these goddamn assholes passed the string test of the three - like I know what that even means.
I heard there was some kind of test that had something to do with the senses - like hearing things, talking, or even seeing. These idiots did that to themselves. I do not know much about it. All I know is that it happened and I was too much of a nobody to get an invitation. I heard there was some weird stuff going on with the distribution of these invitations. It did not sound like the work of a benevolent power to me.
Well, well, well - I spoke in the direction of the floating figure that had just come over from the other shore and was briskly making its way through the maze of trees - aren't we beautiful...
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