Chuckle of Shadows

It begins as an accident—a brush against the edge of eternity, where a chuckle tantalizes the boundaries of sound. You hesitate, wondering if you should follow it. In the veils of mid-morning mist, the chuckle beckons like an echo of forgotten nights. Curiosity binds your will like monstrous chains of laughter raucous and hollow. "Once all to the jaw with laughter, hear thou undulates in eternities fold," rasps a voice from nowhere. You realize though unreadable, it possesses a kind of unequivocal hunger. One step into shadows, your foot finds uneven earth. Another step, sounds transform from whispers of wind to a murmur of phantom cascade. The chuckle sways like a lantern stolen by an invisible gust. And beneath its aimless mirth, you sense grasping whispers, reflections stitched into the very earth.