It is here.
These empty plains are distinctly quiet. Vast and freeing there is nothing infront of me but wide fields and a small path that leads through them. There is a low wind from the north that rustles the grass against my sides. The sky is grey and I can barely see the shapes of clouds and the warm air covers me like a blanket. I close my eyes and allow my mind to go blank.
Some time later I wake, yet with my eyes still closed with blackness surrounding me. I wonder, am I still asleep although aware of my state? Or am I too rested to open my eyes and the dream scape has passed? I do not remember having dreamed of anything. Regardless, I stand and open my eyes with little effort. I take a deep breath, bend backwards until my fingers touch the dirt and my back cracks six times. I filter my bare feet through the earth and relish the cool sensation from the soil not exposed to the warm air.
I begin to walk. Step by step along the path I walk for maybe 15 minutes. The wind at my back gracefully following me along.
Then it happens. It is as if air dropped dead. Dead silence. I hear nothing but the shuffling of my feet and my breathing. I feel the beat of my heart in my ears. Unrelenting, unyielding nothingness. I cease marching and stand still. I am able to hear the dust settle around my feet. Total stillness.
I look behind me, to either side, then back behind and I catch a glimpse of movement. Still in total silence, I see the grass miles away is moving. I see a wave come from the distance. A shock wave speeding towards me. An expanding bubble of invisible force. There is nowhere to run so I stand. It is here in seconds.
My ears are given no time to adjust, the sound, heavy rumbling horn, ear shattering, horrid vibrating, pulsating, encompass everything. I feel it killing me. I am clamped down on my hands and knees and bombarded. My skin shakes, my clothes and hair are forced back pulling me with them, the grass is blurred and the sky expands away. The sound reaches its peak then raises pitch before it ceases. It is followed by a vast echo.
I am on my knees and wipe the dirt from my eyes and cough. Grass and dust fall from the air all around and they make sounds as they fall back to the earth, sounds like rain. Everything is disturbed. It was so sudden, with no time to prepare. It was a calling, an announcement. I gather myself and head toward the sound northward.
I wander back along the path. In the silence a fog creeps toward me. It gains density the furthur I move into it. I follow the path, I trust it. The air becomes heavier and I can smell the ocean more and more with each passing hour. the grass become sharper and the path reverts to sand when the silence is broken. The sound of a fog horn erupts through the fog from just ahead. It is loud but not as destructive as before, yet I can see its ripples through the air, fast shock waves with each vibration. Its low pitch vibrates me to the core so I clench my ears and press up the slope before me. I can feel the oceans presence ahead, but can not hear it over the din.
I have reached what appears to be the tip of the slope that I know then leads down to the ocean. I recognize the fence beside me, the spot on it that I carved my name into. I am comforted by the familiarity amongst the foreign sound that is engulfing me.
The sound stops. I look up at the sky which is now coming into view as the fog moves on. I turn and look down the slope behind me, the grey mist that flows down it like water. I feel the wind against my neck again and through my sandy hair. I shake out the grit and run my fingers through it as I turn back to the ocean that should be coming into view. But it is not the ocean that I see.
It is here. A vast, black, monolith. I have never dreamed of anything so large. Towering over the bay, dominating the land, sea, and air. Its giant hull pulsating and I can hear a low hum coming from it. I am terrified, though I can not look away. I am drawn to it. Like a beacon it called me and I must heed it. It bellows once more and fills my body with vibrations that I can even feel in the ground through my feet. I think it is acknowledging my presence. I find it intimidating yet strangely comforting. It is here. I can not deny it. I can only go forth. It is calling me and I will answer its call.