The trail he followed back to the clearing, danced in nauseous patterns of two as he walked. Dex walked with a makeshift staff from a broken bamboo stalk he saw on the way out. He’s unable to walk unaided because of a sprained knee he had after falling into a rocky slope being chased by a dark-winged, bat-like creature.
His memory didn’t help him too. His recollection of that night’s event is in disarray. No matter how many times he tries to recall the events, they only end up in jumbled, messy images that blurred the lines of a dream and reality.
All he remembers were glowing lights skipping over the dark water reflecting the moon and the dark starless sky. Anything else before and during that is completely murky for him to recollect.
The cold breeze contrasts the warm welcoming beam
