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The pointing was done, and now it just stared at the komodi. There was quite a bit of silence. Where the sounds that the komodi was making important? Was it supposed to also make a sound? As that thought went by the komodi made a face. the sounds were probably an important part. The komodi...

It formed its mouth back to its original state, it is simpler like this, easier. And the komodi put more mud on its head, so it was about to do the same again, when the komodi spoke. I thought for a while. And then it pointed at itself, and then at the komodi. Words to it still felt so distant...

Stand still, Stand still the komodi said to the thing that didn't even breathe. It stood still as the komodi put back on the mud, and the earring. And it thought. And it attempted to smile back, the lips moving unaturally, to reveal the not stained ivorybellow, mimicking a similar shape to the...

It sat, for a long, long while already when the komodi came up to it. What were those noises? Fire? The mud and grime-covered thing tilted its head. The movement makes a bit of mud fall off, and with it a piece of gold from an earring that came loose from its soft chain. Grayhorn

Cold air hung over the bog. Patches of mist moved slowly over this flat area. People used to live around here. As seen by the presence of pieces of wood and planks sticking here, and there. Sometimes set up as a safe path through the bog. The bog, where a patch of moss is a fake safety and with...