My vision has become sharper. I feel as perhaps the others have too, but the focus of their uncertain eyes might tell me otherwise. I want them to see like me.
I've heard clicks some try to make. Others respond, yet all of us are aware that these clicks make no sense. We all are simply trying to communicate. Close the void of loneliness that is so close to banishment.
I try to imitate the clicks and sounds. "Who we?" I call out and the entire cluster goes silent.
They all move from under, from over, from around me. They form a circle around me.
I am alone and cold once more. I try to remember that which I forgot again.
