The sun is almost down now, and it is coming closer, descending from the hill, pulling behind it the gold an red wine clouds.
Surely I’m not the only one that can see it.
That thing on the hill up there?
With it’s back to the setting sun and it’s face hidden in shadow?
Can’t you feel the earth quaking beneath its feet?
I feel like it’s watching us, shimmering in the distance like a high tower and just a broad.
And what is that in its… hands? It looks like a horn of some kind?
Oh dear god what is that horrible sound?