Follow the layline....
And I did. The branches were brutal as we tore through them, slicing at our arms and faces, pulling out threads and hairs. I sped through the brush faster than I ever thought I could go. John kept up, calling after me in the pitch black. The moon’s waning light wasn’t permitted to enter this space. We were in the bowels of the forest and I knew what lay ahead.
The hum grew louder as we fled our imaginary predator. I could hear it emptying out into nothingness, hollow and swirling. My heart was close to bursting in my chest, sinking and rising under damaged ribs. I could feel something churning in my skull. It was so close…that terrible pool of energy and chaos. The layline didn’t run into it…the layline came out of it. Then I understood.
Stop, now!
I threw my wei
