Like a rush of wind, but the air is eerily still - like whispers and voices in song, but not a breath of sound - a sudden quieting of the ethereal chorus, the echoing that had alerted the spirits of the Hollow now abruptly silent.
Bets sits up straight, gripping the arm of the chair tight, “Feel it? Something in the air - listen, smell it - like a charge or something.”
Ben leans close and rubs her back, “It’s like when there are thunderstorms - when the atmosphere feels alive.”
Ned puts his out in front of her, “Wait, stop, first we can’t see, now… something else… a buzzing…”
Belle takes his hand, “More of a vibration, look at the hairs stand up - on both of us.”
“Hey Josh, pull over - please - and cut the engine - hoo wee, are you feeling it?
“Whew baby I am - Abby my love, can’t you wait? Is it trick or treat time?”
Throughout the nooks of the ancient forest, the lost and founding of elements pauses, the wild mixing and converging stayed amid the riot of notes that brought them here - new missives are swirling in the collective consciousness.
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