She sat in the shadow of the towering cave of bone, in the looming concave shard of a tremendous broken skull the size of a temple. It had a human shape with brows that formed like awnings over the eye sockets. She sat within the opening, cross-legged, sifting through red hot coals with sooty hands, tossing them and revealing the orange-red hot marks like runes with black sides. She skipped out patterns atop patterns in successive waves of heat. Then she flew up to her feet to stomp them out and dance them into white ash.
Filthy, she could feel the warmth leave. She could still see the marks heave heat as they died. Fitting to impart hot life onto the bleached bone of jagged death. Sheltered here in the empty space a mind once occupied she couldn’t help but think of herself as a ghost lighting the windows of an old home.
She wondered what it was like here when the creature was alive. She felt the pangs of hunger as she laid back into the soft dust.
As night splayed across the heavens above the skull ceiling became more and more translucent, it became cracked foggy glass imbued with breathe. She gazed at it as it transformed slowly. Over the course of hours the white fog dissipated until the skull seemed to be made of pure glass. She wondered at how all the calcium seemed to have left it. As she gazed upward images crept across the concave skull ceiling like shooting stars.
She saw herds of antelope bounding across a dusky landscape. She saw one antelope fall with an arrow imbedded in it’s ribs. Men surrounded it as dust rose into the air. She saw humans painting animals on cave walls, she saw their colorful fingers dipped in pigments carefully curving along the animal’s likeness. The flat paintings came to life and sprinted across the concave wall.
She saw sand castles made of gold sand being patted into existence alongside the sunny sea. Shining wet fingers forming grooves into towers. They used their nails to scratch out wood slats on the door. They formed moats while they daydreamed of the beasts they would trap there.
A group of boys ran up to admire it and then laughed as they kicked it over. A heap of gold remained and waited for a gentle tide. The boys ran out into the water to wash their feet.
She saw the ocean smooth the sand in long lapping brush strokes as the sun set.
Towering glass cities emerged and the imagery panned across skylines, smoke and steam plumes snaked into the sky from industrial chimneys while the glass skyscrapers shone glinting reflections. The skull became warm as if heated by memory.
She had a feeling of Deja Vu. She could see small vibrations in the glass skull as if it were becoming liquid, the undulating waves left linework to flow across the curving atmosphere. She began to wonder if the skull was even there. She could see the night sky through the moving waves.
The warmth made her look around, the coals lay dead, there was no fire. It was as if the bone was giving off heat. She felt electric as she watched the waves vibrate, and they began to give off sound, she watched as they vibrated and heard the sound of light harp music. Notes were struck seemingly at random in soft muffled waves.
She felt like she might just try walking through the walls of vibration, out into the night.
In a crescendo the notes gathered momentum and took on a peculiar quality. She jolted as she realized that whispers were resounding all around, unintelligible whispers that sped up the linework into cramped bars. The vibrations were all encompassing, covering every opening.
There was no leaving now.
The visions of cities crept upward, growing all around the periphery of the great theater while sound waves whipped at the dome. In the center, at the very top she saw satellites glinting, their mirrored panels hovering in the starry sky.
She heard the waves whip into a frenzied wind that pummeled the skull as if it were a flimsy tent. The overwhelming wind of whispers gusted like a hurricane and the cities grew impossibly tall. The air filled with smog occluding the towers. The vibrations filled every millimeter of space, they became nearly impossible to withstand. She covered her ears but they vibrated within her.
When the entire scene was filled with smog the deathly hum finally gave out. The skull was once again calcified and silent, dead.
The warmth was utterly sapped by the wind. She lay enervated as the rose of dawn on the horizon could be seen through the openings. She was exhausted but felt the need to move on.