>>1985127When I saw the sky again it was as if the colours had been switched, the sky was black, and the river was red. There was no other image.
When I was looking again through the eyes of the tribesman it was totally dark, and my nose and mouth were filled with stagnant earth, but I could feel my hands breaking out into air. There was a distinct feeling that there was something coming up the mountain, that it would be there soon.
I was then looking down at myself as if from above again. Only now the night was dark, there was no light but from the moon and stars. Me, Bro, and Mate were all still sat there as still as before, but the fantail that sat on us were not. They were squeaking and shaking their tails where they stood, staring behind us into the long grass.
Through the tribesman’s eyes I could only smell the scent of decay. I looked through the long grass to the edge of the summit and saw myself, Bro, and Mate all sat as we were before, covered in fantails. The sensation that something was coming up the mountain was stronger than ever, and then I was overcome by a certainty that whatever it was had arrived on the summit.
Looking down on the three of us again, the grasses to our backs were thrashing like several large crawling things were moving around the clearing of our camp, but every time they came close the fantails, now flashing all around us, would dart towards the scrub and whatever was in there would turn back for a moment. Much like how I had felt through the tribesman that something had arrived on the summit, I now felt the same sensation as I looked down on our bodies. There was something coming this way, that had come up the mountain to find us.
