Prologue
Moonlight as a hallucinogenic, but instead of fairy parties with glittering ballrooms, you find yourself at the gate to a goblin village. Imagine Hobbits, but less jolly. Fake but sharper, lacking allure. Sprite-like but messy, less refined, no one would mistake them for royalty. Hidey holes and doorways concealed by bones, poisonous flowers blooming in window boxes. Standing at the gate, you’re met by smiles with too many pointed teeth.
This place gives you the same slight panic in your chest as hearing a dissonant chord. Like something painful is out of place, something capable of dangerous things.
Three goblins gesture you through the gate, each whispering a piece of advice as you pass.
The goblin with wild hair, more hair than you would expect for one so small whispers through their impressive mustache; “Be careful with your Hair, guard it close”
The center goblin with eyes too large for their face, bright in the moonlight stares into your face and says; “Be careful where you lay your Eyes, you may find them easy to lose”
You look expectantly at the third goblin as you pass, expecting them to give you similar advice. The goblin smirks at you, as if amused by your eagerness, their eyes dancing as they lean in and whisper;
”Be careful what expectations you set for this place, the magic has a way of sensing things.”
“Magic has a way of sensing these things” echos and fades in your ears as you start following the main path that winds through the village. The goblins words sending goosebumps across your skin.
Should something happen to you here, no one knows where you ran off too.
You carry on along the path, like following a knotted string to its beginning. Taking in the strange sights of the goblin village;
The path ends, drawing you from your tangled thoughts, that dread in your chest suddenly crashing and dissipating like morning fog in the sun. You finally reached the moon, and it is magical.
Life with Tzuri 