In the black air night I sit amongst the trees all in a line. The watchful one is with me, the one I can’t focus on but who stays close by. She is the timekeeper. We sit together, quiet and expectant, until out of the black green grows up and out and falls in ripples of light, surrounding us on all sides. In front of us the ground opens up into black void paralysis panic and there is a staircase leading down. Between the green I watch a man in the distance slowly walk towards us. He is all shadow, made of night and I know that the only way out is down.