“Harjen,” a voice echoed from somewhere just outside the enclosure that Harjen had begun to treat as his home. “Do not be startled by my voice. You may think you are hallucinating, but I am really here. I fear you are not yet ready to see me in my physical form, although it is significantly more appealing than your own birthday suit.”
Harjen was quite startled, to say the least. The quiet of the area had become quite comforting to him, for lack of a better word. In the absence of any external influence on his own thought, he had managed to develop quite a placid state of mind. Little did he know, this new calm was tied, for its full length, to the air he was breathing within the cavern.
To be continued…