Save Them For Another Day
They live in vast underground caverns, rarely seeing the light of day. Their eyes are adapted to the darkness, bulging from their heads. They appear to be children, but they don't have any parents, and don't seem to age. Their skin is covered in soft, colored fur. Sometimes, when no one is around, they creep from the caverns into our homes. There are others with them in the darkness. There are the tiny ones, who build ever-growing homes of crystal. The others eat these homes, but they always rebuild. They resemble social insects in their behavior. There is a family of ogres, down in the darkness. And there is yet something else, something made of fungus and dead matter, constantly decaying but ever renewed. It is called Uriah. There are flowers that grow in the darkness, flowers that make you forget, until you are strangled in their vines and provide fertilizer for the next generation. There is a terrible tunnel there that is said to steal souls. But no one knows where it is. ...
