Abriatis

i can not see here
in this beautiful place, home
it's dark, and i'm scared
 

Illion was ready. 
There was no reason why he wouldn't be - it was just that monthly event that he'd been training for since he was young. No biggie, nothing special.

hey ywp, 
i'm just gonna throw a copy-and-pasted blurb from my google keep here. i hope to write it soon.

Illion - A gifted singer, one who performs the rituals required, unbeknownst to him.

it's a red amish wagon.
the wheels, deflated and nearly falling off
squeaking when forced to move
the long metal handle, 
stuck with rust 

they're not fence posts, exactly
but they serve as the sides to the wagon

a single crack that lights up the sky
you look, and the sky has torn itself open
the loud boom of the second strike, 
only seconds after the crack

something falls. you don't know what