The twilight between sleep. That’s when I first caught sight of them. I doubted their existence. They were not legible, obscured under layers. But I saw them again, night after night and I knew that they where under there. Whatever doubts I may have had, it cast them aside and confirmed to me their existence. It wouldn’t lie to me. It is a bastion of trust. Thanks to it I knew what must be done. The runes must be exposed, so that I may discover their telling.
For a great many nights, I thought about acting on the desire. First steps are always frightful. Eventually I grew sick of consideration and I picked away at the first layer, but progress was slow. The resistance was more than I anticipated. The effort exceeded my expectations. I had to wait for parts to become brittle and chapped, only then would they fall off, or if need be, ripped off. Still, I couldn’t see them clearly. The runes glowed but faintly, so clarity must have lain deeper, and deeper still. I relayed all of this to it, and it confirmed this. It listened to me. It is a bastion of trust.
I abandoned the picking. It was taking too long with inadequate results. Cutting and slicing was a much more productive method of discovery. It brought an almighty mess with it though, and was quite taxing, requiring plenty of rest between sessions. But eventually they started to show. They grew brighter, and brighter still. I was on the right track and relayed this to it. It encouraged my efforts. And so again, I cut, and again I sliced until it was done. It wouldn’t lie to me. It is a bastion of trust.
And there is the result of my efforts. Hanging there, translucent in the fluorescent light. The beauty of the now detached layers is a welcome distraction from the cold I now feel. The air that stings my skin. The blood that has seeped into my floor. But that is no concern. For the runes are now glowing bright and brighter for ever more. I knew it wouldn’t lie to me. It is a bastion of trust. Come the morning it and I will decipher the messages. But now I must take my rest. Rest comes first now. Rest comes first.
I’ve been reading a bit of HP Lovecraft.