>>1985124 >I kept my reservations to myself, as I had no intention of ruining the time for Bro and Mate with my paranoia
>plus, having a machete will make anyone feel gangsta
>we make dinner early to not interrupt the sunset, which looks like when it comes will be something special
>fuck yeah, roast chicken wraps
>sun begins to go down in the west, touching the hills on the side of the valley we are facing, and the sky immediately begins to go a very deep shade of red
>and I don’t mean normal sunset red, this was like someone painted the sky with red watercolours, it was deep and kind of smoky
>Bro: I didn’t think the Southern Lights came this far north
>theorise that maybe there was a big bushfire somewhere west
>at this point the sun is bisected by the hilltops, and in the redness of the sky rends of deep black are opening up to the night beyond
That was the last moment of cognisance I have of that night. What I am about to relate from here until I was standing back at the foot of the mountain the next morning I can only remember as if they were out-of-body experiences, or as if they were vivid dreams. I tried greentexting these bits but it was too confusing.
