Voices in the Night

I heard something in the darkness tonight. Voices calling to me. Creatures howling. I can't tell if something has woken in the night, or if something has woken in me.

Would I recognize the difference if it presented itself to me? I'm not so sure.

I blame the thing toltec describes. It's like BARBELiTH but in motion. The world of a sorcerer is an exploded eternity connecting man to animal, animal to nature, nature to void, bound by a fractal umbilical cord frozen in time.

When you look into It, does It look into you?

Few paths I know come alive as you walk them, snapping at your heels and luring you further into the uncertain future. I wonder if I'm still safe. I hear for a warrior it is necessary for survival to be impeccable in all things.