They sat by the edge of the forest, smoking their cigarettes and thinking about the wind that whispered. The sun had set, the moon had risen, and two red dots were the only marks that an outside observer may have seen. The grass rustled with each passing breath of air.
“You hear it?”
“It says it’s time. The forest is waiting for us. Too long and it’ll be another two years before we can try again.”
“I know. Ready?”
“You need to take this seriously.”
Die with the wind and the rustles of the moon the shaking of the earth. Twist and burn and turn and go around again and in out back when the wind dies.
Moss covered the stone temple in the forest. Vines stretched vast distances, yawning in their weight. A green light cast a strange glow upon the forest, from whence the pair came.
“I don’t believe it! It’s the temple! It’s actually here!”
“I see it.”
“Can you understand what this means? All the power, anything we want, here! It’s here! ALL OF IT!”
Orb is the ring the death that stretches the limb the tree falls on the ground. Ever after its leaves dwindle and smoke and binding pain brings the dim light glowing orb.
“GIVE IT TO ME! ALL OF IT! ALL OF THE ULTIMATE POWER!”
The mind of this one ripped open and exploded into the universe. Its essence mingled with the stars and the dust between, causing a gravitational shift that extended the Earth’s year by exactly two days and ninety six minutes. All remember the mind.