With a puff of air you begin walking through the forest to the nearby road. The grass slowly wilts the closer you get to the black concrete. Standing just off the side of the road, you wait… and wait… and wait…
But no one drives by.
With a hanging head, you turn away from the road. Your steps feel heavier as the weight of the ghost’s words return to your mind.
“A vessel for two, endangered at twelve.”
“A soon-to-be three, turned to one.”
It seems so obvious and yet, so vague. You can’t put your finger on it.
After what feels like hours, you finally come across signs of civilization. The distant suburbs call to you, beckoning you forward. One step, two, four, you bound forward, determined to reach your home.
As you approach your home, to your right is a broken fence, leading to a shed with it’s door slightly ajar.