The shadows shrank back in the light of the ultraviolet
beam of ray light. On the tiny island of Skorghill, the thing was pulsing with blinding, scalding everything that it touched. Trees were falling, stones were eroding. And through it all, the birds were yelling. Actual words. Birds saying words. WORDS! "Good day" " Hello sir.
but the words were stolen right out of their mouth by the thing the one and only thing.
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