An eyeball, big, yellowish, distinctly inhuman, stares raptly between wooden slats, part of a large crate. The eye darts from side to side, alert as hell.
- A legend tries to place us. - But to us it’s still the middle of nowhere. - It seem to be moving.
It’s quiet for a second. The trees shake as something very, very large plows right at them. Every head gathered, turning in the direction of the sound as it bursts through the trees. Nobody moves for a second. A grim-faced guy who seems to be in charge starting to feel...
- They are probably tired of being hungry. - Relax, they’re unstable, I’m sure it will wither, soon enough. - We should double the dose. - No, the salivation is just sensual - Ever heard about the stump from ancient times? The shadows of the coagulated trees? - A highway to hell... - I took the book with me. - In a plastic bag? Let’s feed them with it, let’s feed them with the book. Read a few pages, forget everything. Feed them with the pages.
— Elis Burrau, 2019