myrmepropagandist on Nostr: The little isopods had turned to face her, the pentagram forgotten. Some huddled ...

The little isopods had turned to face her, the pentagram forgotten. Some huddled close together, and I wished I could somehow do the same. I felt out of place, too large and too small for whatever was about to happen.

"Don't be afraid." whispered the man, moving a bit closer to me.

Some kind of communication was occurring between the invertebrates. I was about to ask the man if he knew what they were saying when the ground rocked knocking my legs from under me. The Isopod god screamed. 10/