#a calling
Lay yourself down to rest on the grass. Disappear into the tawny sea, dead and dry, but still soft and comforting beneath you. There is peace here, among the stillness. Let yourself find it, and become part of it.
The depths call to you again. Their songs are not as sweet or clear as those of the Void, of the Stars, but that old aching familiarity is a pull all on its own.
Tune them out, dear Emissary. The crooning things deep below will fall silent again soon enough. You need not suffer such crushing, such tempting things.
