I took a walk in the woods, as I normally do, ignoring the soft keening of pale humans spread out, dressed in white and covering their faces, as I normally do. But this day, laying beneath some rainy leaves, I found a shard. It whispered my name. But... here's the strange part, it sank right into my hand. It didn't hurt much, only a little, like... sliding a really cold splinter into your skin. But I'm feeling at my palm now and... well... I can't feel it, under my skin anymore. It's like it dissolved. Oh well.
There's something off about this place, I'm wondering, as I'm walking through this forest, filled with more pale, white-dressed figu