It was at this point where I came across the shack I built for when I was homeless or lost, and the pile of reclaimed wood I kept for The Fire from all the Crosses I took down in my journeys.
I knew I needed a rest, so I went inside and decided to improve upon things, so I took the wood inside, and built a new land. One side, where the Old Ones could live, between the boards, and the Other, where I could let live the Snakes and the Cats, not all of them tame, but not all feral, either.
It was at that point further down, I could see where The Bad Things Are, and so I went to confront them, and see what they were on about, again. Dirt in my path, I dug through my way, to clean around the place until I came to the Oracle Wyrm, who said that all things were true, and he gave me The Fire so that he may rest, and all was good. Still, I had to get to the Bad Things, and see that they were brought in, so that the Angles of my Building were also true, and my Place of Being was one of comfort, and understanding.
It was when I came to Them, that I saw, and Understood, why I came here to rest. Like Dark knots hanging in the trees, the crows were asleep, as the Darkness surrounded me, and I heard the chittering of The Bad Things in their Dark.
Their voices were Vile, and the Nothing was Strong, but I would live inside here, if I were to live at all, regardless of what The Fires said in my passing.
And so I grabbed my Key, and locked my door, and ran away, with the Wolves that spoke my Name, and the Night was fine again, and I found my way home, under the stars, to speak with the Moon.
I told her the Story of the Gods and the mailman, who came to my door, and she was pleased, and promised to make manifest these things, so that I may take them into my fold.
And as I awoke from my slumber, I knew I was ok, and that snake in the grass was of my making anyway. The Things in the Dark are not always nice, but I can see, and sometimes that’s enough for me.