She has caught sight of the thing which has been sending sound. It was dawn of the forever day when she first tasted the scent from his world. He was more than she ever expected. He is the source. He is the abyss sucking her into his mind. One by one her claws strike out in preparation.
He has been wandering around in a daze since the forever morning. The anti-life society is no longer appealing to him. His mind is cavernous and empty - his stomach dry and airless. He will die here and no-one will ever know of his existence.
She twisted and scratched in the dim lit caverns of his mind. She hissed and spat into crevice and rock. Annoyed at being woken, her eyes shot open, swelling and bloody. Rohan would try to stop her yet if he could. But she was hot with the scent of her new love.
He was on his way to work and she saw him. When she saw him her darkness collapsed about him like muscle. She sprang out from the cave on fire. The light from his life-death-force shone into her eyes - blood vessels burst - she is fearful and savage with new love and lust. Her long search has been never ending. She must combine with that which she loved.
She is howling and longing for touch. She has created the greylands, his wasted world mind - connected to stone. She is completely alone - the only living thing. Now finally noticed by him, she is tormented and longing. Screaming at wind.
A half mile away from his left she sways. On empty days he can almost see her - streaming towards him, her pitch hair fleeing from her head in the gale - coils together, expanding - contracting tentacles of storms. She wraps herself around his thoughts - crying for love - stabbing herself to death.
There is a huge hairy spider pinned to her breast. It is shuddering, suffering with the piercing of flesh. It bites into her thousands of times in a feeble attempt to relieve its own pain. She both screams and laughs at the spider, as it bites her in vain - its blackness, its touch. She is truly touched. It's poisons flowing through her like blood.
Soundlessly the storm washes through her eyes - her voice far flung from the back of her throat - as howling as wind. He has been lost from her for a long time she knows. She will find him.
