I heard the wind before I realized we were no longer in the shelter of the hut. With the first shock of the gritty sand hitting me in the face, I covered my nose and mouth again with the makeshift scarf. I grabbed for Oni's hand and found only wisps of dark smokiness as she fluttered near me.
And I was right. We were surrounded by spirits. Some had form and shape, but most were like Oni—billowing and insubstantial.
I hated the way this world looked, like film exposed wrong. The sky looked stormy and was tinted with purples and blues, and the ugly trees were nightmarish. It was as if evil had corrupted and twisted it with ugliness.
I didn't want to think of having to step through those many wisps of smoke.
Stay on the path…
Oni seemed to read my mind, and she moved forward, going throu
