"The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than imagination awake."
My pupils were dilated to see the trail under the moon. Dark moving figures, near or far, tall or short, were coming toward or going away from me. The darkness was saturated, and people kept silent. I could not hear the babblers chirping.
Only the raindrop was willing to tell layers of story through its startling bright eye, but I had the feeling those were related to a reptile. The forked tongues were hidden, though not completely.