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The figure

He stands alone behind brooding shadows
Only his guilded rose and moon create luminescence
Shining, the light casts a false sense of security
Behind him stands a creature
About 3 times the hieght
You see him clearly

Its skin rots in place, Blue and deep green, while maggots devour the eternal flesh
Blood trickles out of gashes that were once skin
There are no eyes, just a deep red glow
Out of the sockets comes blood alone with peices of gore
You can tell it has no soul
Held together only by the rituals of the night

Shrouded, the figure takes a step closer
A fine black and crimson mist follow its wake
You cant move
An invisible force binds you to the ground your on

"Why" a voice trails off from the mist, but not of the figure or creature
Its sounded odd
Like it was trying to speak underwater
The figure continues its steps toward you, and so does the creature
"stop...please" it sounded a bit clearer

You start to walk backwards
Free of whatever was holding
You run

A feeling creeps up your spine
Other then what you just saw, somthing felt wrong
Did i just get away that easily
I doesn’t matter anyways, you got away
But the desperate voice was no illusion
It was not of a child, but not an adults

Around you, the mist fades
Your back onto the path you once were
Not a dream, or hallucination
Chilling, the memory haunts
A thought gets stuck in your head
For no reason its just there
"In do time, my child, in do time"