It was hard to tell what the Unnamed were exactly doing. They were standing up, but didn’t seem to really have legs. Their bodies turned towards Erasmus slowly. The earth beneath their shadowed forms wasn’t moving, but they were, fluctuating in and out of reality. There were voices sneaking into Erasmus’s ears. They whispered, and mumbled.
Without any will of his own, Erasmus began to walk towards them. He didn’t know why. He didn’t even want to know. He just needed to see them closer. They had a gravity, a pull, a phantom heaviness that convinced secret forces to power his unnatural DNA to move, to follow, and to listen. One of the Unnamed stopped moving, and resettled its large claws into the dirt, seemingly uninterested about Erasmus’s presence.
The other Unnamed continued to turn towards him, pulling itself free of the forest floor effortlessly; without disturbing a single leaf or twig sprouting up from the forest floor. A few remaining crows jumped off its back in irritable cackles. There was a slight hiss from the creature. The deep, almost acrid stench of fresh soil filled the air, as it parted from the layers of greenery. The Unnamed towered over Erasmus. Before he could take full stock of its appearance, its ribs, which were gold, boney, and open to the world, floated directly ahead of him. In another hiss, higher and more violent than the one before, they broke apart. Something in Erasmus’s memories triggered. He’d seen these ribs open before. He didn’t know where. He didn’t know how.
Then, they were around him, enveloping him like the closing petals of a flower, only they weren’t some delicate living lace, but a hardened, fibrous bone, which gleamed with a viscous bronze. A sweet smell surrounded him as well. His mouth watered strangely, it was a new sensation. Since he’d woken up in his pit he hadn’t been hungry or thirsty.
Erasmus wanted to move. He wanted to run, but there was something so certain about the ribs. They weren’t moving violently, or with some sort of clawed malice. They were gentle, calm, as if they were trying to embrace him. In mere seconds, they were wrapped around him. He felt himself being pulled towards the Unnamed. Ahead of him, daylight, the green of the forest, and any other image vanished. The smells and sounds disappeared as well. Gone were the brushing of wind on eves and the bold wetness of the woodland. There was only darkness everywhere. He found himself floating it in. He felt underwater, even though he had never swam before. Erasmus started to panic, but his limbs were distant in his mind. They didn’t feel attached anymore.
Then, he heard it.
Someone was singing nearby in the void. It was small, soft, and soothing. It was a lullaby, just for him.
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