Blackfeather Woods champagne, cocaine, gasoline

It was easier to lay there, so he did. He sank in to the dirt and the drugs, finding comfort in the emptiness as it swarmed over him. When the ghost spoke again he heard her voice and it sounded like a dream; the sigh of the wind. She called him bird and Mou's mind saw an image of a red hawk with one eye. Where the second eye was meant to be, he saw a black pit, and the blackness seeped out from the orbital bone and seemed to taint the hawk's feathers; slicking it like oil, until the bird was some kind of black void — and that was when Mou realized he was staring straight ahead at Blue, Maegi's little friend, who peeped at him and pecked his nose. When he lifted his face from the dirt the bird fluttered for the safety of the black wood, and Mou was left to stare dumbly at Averna as she loitered nearby.