Now that the surf was just a vague hissing behind? under? inside? the rustling of leaves and crackling of shrubbery, Igor wondered if there really was a big difference between past and future; when suddenly a bat lowered down in front of him, and pierced into his mind with red eyes.
The bat said in a radarvoice, here it begins. And zip he was up and gone in the foliage darkening…
A figure was moving in the forest. A shadow, it was quick and agile, and had Igor in its sights. It did not seem dangerous, but it was clearly apprehensive of him. The latter now walked towards the figure, which froze, and also tread forward, out of the shadow, and took on the light of color.
As soon as Igor recognized a womans soul in the features the the onslaught of sounds that broke loose was deafening. Creatures large and larger came out of the woodwork and let loose raw bursts of audio to sustain their blatant visual presence and Igor was annoyed with the burden of choice nature forces upon herself, and was glad that he had a path to an indivisible figure, or figurine, he thought cutely. The jungle did its best to envelop Igor in a state of paralysis but it was a cocoon, really, the heat and the moisture and noise and the ground as it sank under his feet every step he took.
A man in his mind, hydroperoxided hair, stood calling “do you see me reaching for my wallet?”