The nights call to me. They whisper it in the chill breeze. They sing it in the bullfrog's song. They chatter on with the crickets chirp.
And I listen while I wander the dark path through the woods. The branches bare in the late season, stretching against the Moon's face. The leaves crisp underfoot.
You won't find me out here. You don't want to. But I can find you. I can smell your thoughts. Feel your soul. Taste your dreams.
Taste them, and make them mine.
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