User blog:Stormlilly/XVIII. Chittering echoes from under the paper bag the creature wears...

It seems to be somehow both excited and disappointed at the same time, though you cannot tell which emotion dominates its thoughts. After all - so far as you can tell, it *has* no face, merely an expanse of brown paper hiding whatever lurks underneath...

''That is good. You are wise. You will be happy here. You will dream.''

You are lain gently into the ground. The soil warms your soul, comforts your aching flesh - you feel the pain your cut legs subside, the wounds in your bruised skin heal and mend -

The pain in your shoulder continues, but you began to rapidly lose consciousness. As you do so, you wonder - will you dream of being trapped here? Will the cycle repeat endlessly..? But such a dream is beyond the ability of your feeble, haze-addled brain to comprehend at this point - you realize as one of your final, muted thoughts.

As you hear the sweet, oddly beautiful sound of an inhuman humming - a deeper sense of serenity finds you;

Even as to the moment it stops, your brain screams at you to wake up.

Ending:

IN SOIL