Blackwater Islands dark waters

the apparition said;

"dost thou not see? they were once mighty, too! worshipped and revered. their demises doth mirror our own. we art but ants, scuttling on grains of triviality, oblivious to cosmic graveyards that doth surround us!"

the apparition said;

"you are late."

if stiff ears could turn, they would have. the chin lifted a breadth.

the apparition said;

"or perhaps early."

old chambers of thought unsealed. a myriad concepts rifled through. mind's tongue contorting to inconceivable shapes. 

the option of that being a speaking, thinking being came last; the knowledge of words of power preceded it.

lips cracked, when they parted the tongue unstuck from the ribbed roof it had dried to, so that the hoarse, man's voice scraped its way from throat to mouth, pouncing off the tonguetip into chilling, morning air.

there... doth be nowhere... wherefore it must be.