Wordless into the Night

In the place that was no place, away from the light that was not light, a man wandered. He came to... call it a station, and met the Warden. The Warden wanted.

The man dumped his satchel. He had words, spiky words and dusty words; words that snarled and snapped; clockwork words rattling with lopsided precision.

It was not enough.

Behind him, two shining... call them people - rocketed past, away from the dark place. They were laughing.

The man questioned. As the door slammed in his face, new words were etched in his mind.

It is something you are, not something you do. Look harder.