Not audibly. The hum was inside his teeth, his sternum, the hollow of his skull.
And behind it, the sky was beginning to crack. mysteries visitor part 2.
Elias opened his mouth to argue. He hadn't followed. He had simply touched a piece of glass. But the being raised a hand — three fingers, too long — and the protest died in his throat. Not audibly
No longer a silhouette. It had form now: a tall being of shifting geometries, its surface a slow kaleidoscope of deep blues and golds. Seven eyes — or what served as eyes — arranged in a ring around what might have been a head. No mouth. Yet it spoke. Elias opened his mouth to argue
The shard of glass was still in his hand. He hadn't realized he was still holding it. But it had changed: no longer cold, but warm, and inside it swirled a tiny galaxy, spinning slow.
At the edge of the tree line, the visitor stood. Not moving. Not blinking. Waiting.
Because you touched the Anchor. And now the Anchor has chosen.