The Sentinels but through my ups and downs

@Zamael

he finds the ruined sentinels holding his attention longer than he'd anticipated. the song seems to fade in and out like the tide no matter which direction he turns, dying away if he dares try to leave the dead forest; stagnating him. it's... frustrating, in a way. he'd thought meeting the dark male would have allowed him to move on, or at least given him a clearer sense of direction. but it still feels like something is missing, like he's... forgotten something. ha.
he's drawn to the northernmost edges of the forest, the stretch of ruins sandwiched between the bay and the neighboring cliffs. from here, he can see the ocean. he hears little but its crashing, and he lets the sound fill him, closing his eyes. he takes a slow breath, and the song rises sharply from the waves. it's strong now — almost deafening. but only for a moment, true to its fleeting nature. he isn't bothered, though; he knows he'll find it again, eventually. at least now he can move on to less creepy places.