A walk through familiar landscapes,

streams and gnarled trees,

rocks and damp moss.

Then an eldritch thing,

something from another world,

and we can only stare.

For a moment, the familiar landscape becomes strange –

the stream speaks a forgotten tongue,

ancient messages are scawled in the twisted bark,

the stones mark their age at a time of forgotten beasts,

and the moss is a forest where strange things crawl.

The moment passes, and we view this odd thing in context.

Something left for breeding by a creature we’ll never see.

Still strange, but small now, manageable.

We have our world back, which is a good thing.

That time we were almost lost.

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