Chapter 130: The Dead Shaman
Victor’s POV
Shadows surrounded us in an instant, and I didn’t know whether it was from the woman or the house, but they were everywhere and nowhere all at once. My own shadow that had been casting an image on the ground from a fire place nearby seemed to transform as well, taking the shape of a beast, and then taking the shape of a man. I watched as it swirled around me.
“You beautiful, lost and abandoned things,” the woman spoke, and my eyes short to hers as the blackened tear shaped lines on her face began to move. Like stars in the sky, like galaxies, her smile widened and stretched.
“The roads here do not lead you to a welcoming place,” she continued. “My son tells me these things through the thoughts. I stay here and he exists there, and now, here you are, bringing that existence where it cannot protect you.”
Her words were like spirals, like tendrils, like words mixing together to form a spectacle of something only to be observed and listened to, but not understood.