From the Balcony (Day 239)

"Do you know where you're going?" Terakiel asked, his words evaporating into the heavy mist choking the air.

Where? Not exactly. I am taking you closer to where I sense life. There is a human--or perhaps humans there. It is perhaps not accurate to classify it as a specific location--not here, in this forest.

"I don't understand," Terakiel replied honestly. "But I guess there's no real way you could explain it to me."

Although there was no external indications to suggest it, Terakiel sensed regret from the strange, ethereal moth. I am sorry. I'm afraid that I cannot. 

Despite the moth's lack of assurances, Terakiel trusted him. Or it. Or whatever you might call the thing. He wasn't sure the species had genders and he wasn't about to ask. The moth's voice made no sound or impression in his mind. It was as if the words appeared all at once in a nonsensical jumble--but half a second later they would assemble themselves into a statement that he could make sense of. Was it his mind doing the work or was the moth somehow. . .translating for him? It was too confusing to even think about.

Terakiel continued to follow the moth. He didn't bother trying to examine his surroundings because it was pointless. The strange way that the ghostly trees surrounding him seemed to distort his perspective served only to worsen his headache. Maybe it wasn't in his best interests to trust this strange creature but he had made his choice. His only other option would have been to wander the forest forever until he died of starvation. In his mind, that was really no choice at all. He didn't want to die. Despite everything that had happened, he was at least sure of that.

We are drawing closer. 

"What do you sense?"

Humans.

"Two of them? A male and female?"

I cannot say. More than two, to be certain.

"More than two. . . Who else could be out here?"

I do not know. I must say this could be dangerous. I cannot accompany you into the human land.

"Will I be able to find you again?"

It is possible, though not likely. 

"I'm really thankful for your help. . . I, uh, didn't catch your name."

Name? A wave of confusion washed over Terakiel. He realized immediately that it was coming from the moth. I do not have one. Not exactly.

A glimmering pale yellow light appeared in Terakiel's mind. It was the kind of light one might see after rubbing the eyes and then closing them tightly. It was a barely visible light hidden in almost impenetrable darkness. I think that is the closest thing I have to a name.

"I. . .I see." Terakiel wasn't sure what to say to that.

It's only a little further. I will lead you there. Come.