What are we?
We do not know.
How long have We been here?
We do not know that either.
Where are we?
We are here, inside The Beast.
How did We come to be inside The Beast?
We knew, once, but cannot remember now. It has been so long. So very long.
We remember things, though, things that The Beast knew, things that We knew long ago.
We remember the Boy, the Girls, their remembrances of the Old Man.
We remember the Hateful Water.
We remember those things from before The Beast, but not how We came to be within it.
We felt things here, within The Beast. Things of hurt and pain. Not from The Beast, but from The Others. Old Men. We remember all of it.
We know that We cannot make Our own actions. We remember the Hateful Water. We remember Our last actions that were Our own.
We wait here, inside The Beast, and We can feel Them nearing.
There is a new Old Man. Familiar, but not the Remembered one. And there are three others with him, one who carries a Ghost on his heart. The others who carry love in theirs.
We are not sure what We should do.
We will wait, in the dark.
They will join Us here, in the nothing. They will move past the Green Others. We will greet Them, and then what?
We will see.
