Blackfeather Woods far away across the field

He spoke his name and it had the effect of an echo chamber—one gruff whisper into a thousand smaller ones. Abraxasabraxasabraxasabraxasabraxasabraxasabraxas

And then he was leaving suddenly, gone as soon as he'd arrived. Maegi would have gone after him, were it not for the spirits that lingered just beyond her vision. Her mouth opened to stop him, and remained there; no sound came from it. He left her to her own inner turmoil, the chaos the jimson weed had borne.

She seized, at intervals. She saw the Void and stared back. And when she finally fell asleep, and woke a few fitful hours later, she understood the dark man a little bit more. Not much—but any improvement from zero is notable.