The Woods, Thursday evening
A white mist began to fill the woods, rolling out from where a medium-sized stone lay on the ground. The mist was suffused with a pale white light, slowly growing brighter.
The gate was open.
They came, walking out from the trees, insubstantial at first but growing solid and more real with each passing second.
They were here. The stone had kept its promise.
[They're here! There going to be is some OCD which no one is in any way required to use unless they want to. People can be drawn to the woods to meet their guests, or their guests can go somewhere else on the island and people can be drawn there, or their guests can come and find them wherever they are.]
The gate was open.
They came, walking out from the trees, insubstantial at first but growing solid and more real with each passing second.
They were here. The stone had kept its promise.
[They're here! There going to be is some OCD which no one is in any way required to use unless they want to. People can be drawn to the woods to meet their guests, or their guests can go somewhere else on the island and people can be drawn there, or their guests can come and find them wherever they are.]