Hey... wanna know something??????
Whenever I go to dine on the purple flowers, I swear I hear... sounds coming from those bolted doors.
Sounds almost like... machinery. And I maybe hear someONE too?
No flowers grow near that door, so none of my friends eat there.
Everything that tries to grow there... it freezes.
I'm sure there's a logical explanation but... it just freaks us out, ya know?
Sometimes... even in the cold... I linger there. After my friends leave. Hoping to get a glimpse of someone or something.
But... nothing ever comes of my ventures.
Our hatchlings who visit the flowers tell each other stories about how... if you spend a lot of time next to the door... time passes without you. Within 5 minutes, it'll be tomorrow.
Stories of thoughts forgotten. Words never said. Voices that... don't seem to belong to anyone in particular.
That's where my story would have left off... if I didn't get the inclination to visit there yesterday.
I haven't told anyone yet... but... somehow... you seem trustworthy...
I saw a tall man come out of the doors yesterday.
That... on its own... isn't too strange. Maybe he's some sorta hermit guy just goin about his bi-monthly shopping trip.
But he... felt concerned. I didn't catch a glimpse of his face... but just the aura surrounding him seemed... off. I could feel it in my antennae. Like every muscle in his body and every ounce of his being was telling him something was wrong. In his wake, he left behind frosty footprints.
The frost coming out of the doors was too much for me. If I hadn't hopped away. I would have frozen to death!
Now... this mayyyyy be wrong... so take this with a grain of salt.....
In my peripheral vision, I could've sworn I saw 2 more people bolt out of the doors.
Because of the frost, I didn't really get the best view of them.
However, when I went back a few hours later to investigate...
There was nothing but clumps of white fur left behind.