Phantom Hollow i know you must know it now -- my organs have stoned

@Buffalo

cold dawn brought with it a rise of thick fog, drab and stifling as it shuffled through the fir-studded copse. it looked more like endless midwinter than spring here. trees stripped bare of anything but shriveled moss. grey snow, grey boughs, grey sky. around him life seemed halted -- no flutter of wings overhead, nor the sound of lesser creatures underfoot. iliksis liked the quiet. it seeped around him with icy fingers of isolation; captivating and liberating at once.

he was hungry but no meal would be found here; fortune had abandoned this place, and he seemed the only living thing to desecrate it. he meandered without purpose through the hollow, dull eyes trained forward with nothing for company save his thoughts.