Blackwater Islands was hypnotized by a strange delight

He did not get far before there was a rush, then a warmth, and words, so many words — no more chanting either. Someone breathless against him.

Māzi. . .gon, he managed to slur by the time he recognized all of these things; his tongue finally completing a word in a language he did not know, or maybe he did once?

Mou, oh . . . m o u,

Hells? Looking down at the shape, this one white as snow — no, a grainy gray. The caves were dark. He saw one purple eye like the shadow and one gold, like the sunlight that sometimes found its way to his bedside.

He knew that face — that face was dead. Look, it rotted right in front of him! N-nuh, n--!! Dragging himself hard agains the wall back, back, back get away from it NnnAAAH!

The man's scream would carry through every tunnel for all ears to hear.