some say the world will end in fire

Can I use this thread for Counselor or nah? Also this post is weird. Tatsuya is being weird. Why.

There was a tranquil cover over home this evening. Humid zephyrs meandered through stone and tree, through hollow and yonder. The Moon was in its Waning Crescent phase, floating in space baleful and resplendent. A New Moon would soon orient them at night as it always has. Illuminated clouds were scattered across the atmosphere. Far flung stars glittered above, shimmering cryptically from time to time. The Spine was painted in pale moon glow, enthralling those who tore their gaze from their earthen plane to the skies above. The night was eerily quiet save for jarring cricketsong.
INDENTHow diminutive they all were; how insignificant their worries, their troubles. The cosmos does not care for them yet how often do they look up and ponder how tiny they all were? Their toils meant nothing, their survival served no greater purpose...or so it appeared. Death came for all of them. This was fact. Beyond that, who could say. Some believed in an afterlife, building religions around something they have never experienced, only conjectured. Others did not. Down that road lingered gloom.
INDENTDeep, dark crevasses lulled him into their embrace. Promises of sleep and further contemplation brought him to the Spine's Crescent Basin. The little light that shown through the entrance detailed pebbles and gravel, mossy walls and rippled water...Someone – or something – resided within Tarritut's waters. Dismay made him backpedal, rocks grating noisily beneath each step. Tatsuya did not fear darkness. Only those who dwell within it. Whoever (or whatever) lurked deeper inside was invisible to him and thus cause for worry. He considered calling for his pack mates but did not for lack of solid proof of what exactly was there. The cause of the ripples could have been a fish for all he knew.
INDENTHow pissed would everyone be if they were rudely awoken because he was a little spooked? Tatsuya shook his head with a sigh. This fear is infantile. Stop being so afraid. He reprimanded himself.
INDENTHe did not venture back inside. Not until he knew what was in there.