A Secular Haze

Dragon

Death is not real,

Uriah was his name. I didn't believe that he was a simple nomad from nowhere. I went a long with it anyways. Time would have wasted if I gave a thorough questioning. His eyes held the same feeling that I had, Unease. It felt as if the moss was pulling me to the ground like quicksand. We needed to move on before something bad happened. He returned questions to me as soon as he had answered mine. My ears flicked nervously.
"I am called Dragon. I was on my way in search of a special flower for a friend of mine when a hailstorm clouded the sky. I took shelter here and I currently am trying to find a way out of this awful place." I stamped my hoof and looked around at all of the queer glowing eyes. I have to leave before this place eats me alive. "Will you accompany me out of here? I fear that any more time alone with these eyes and I will go mad. Trust me, you don't want to be here for any longer than you must. Creatures have gone mad in this place before." I looked around nervously and stamped my foot again. It felt like the lichen were eating me alive.
"Talk."

It is only an illusion

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