silence. wood. the sun is slowly falling over the skyline. ouch! you feel a small sting just behind your left ear. effortless wave with your hand and you return to what you were thinking before. another. another. you start to feel slightly uncomfortable. these little mosquitoes are just sucking your blood, you think, nothing more.. annoying though.
what was that noise? was there a noise? you trace out all your senses towards the bushes. but you have no time to make sure if there was somebody. hundreds and thousands of mosquitoes are on you skin, enjoying your blood and leaving fear in return. dread. you are scared and realize that what is happening is something beyond the reality, beyond this ordinary wood. have i done something bad to be punished like this? what sins have i commited?
be aware. the mosquito man is watching behind the bushes. some creatures don't need a reason to eat you all live.
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