Reblogged from Trent’s World:
As we waited for the Watchers to decided our fate, I studied the rock enclosure. It felt odd that in the place of the Watchers, nobody was paying attention to me, leaving me alone. The place we were seated was more than just a widening of the chasm we had followed. It was created were two of the fissures crossed, with four massive corners. The sun had long ago set deep down in our culvert, but the sky up above was still glowing orange and red. As I looked, I realized that someone was looking back.
At each of the four rock corners was a face. Looking…
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