Things That Clank

 It is cold. It is damp. The ground and walls are hard as rock.  It is quiet. There is moss and vines crawling up and down the room. There is an opening in the room, it is blocked by long brown things that clank when I hit them. There is a human there. He sits with his skin showing. There are long dark wisps covering the place he sees from and speaks from. I come here each time the ball of light goes up. I watch him. He is not like other Humans I see. The place he speaks from does not stretch to show white squares like others do. The place he speaks from stays tight. Other humans put animals burnt in fire into the place they speak from. This human does not do that. Sometimes when he does, it is a strange wheat-like thing. He gives me what he does not use. I sit on a small opening on the other side of the brown things that clank. He moves near me. He speaks. I do not know what he is meaning to say but I stay still. I watch as I see bright blue orbs with small black dots go back and forth behind the dark wisps. The orbs move a lot. When he speaks to me the orbs stay in my direction. I do not know what he says. I do not know why he is not like the others. I do not know why the others treat him badly. He is not large like the others. He is thin. The sound he makes is kind and nice to listen to. I like the sound he makes more than the others. I do not think he should be separated from the others. I see him put liquid into the thing he speaks from. The liquid is in a circle that clanks when it hits the ground. I see the other large humans covered in things that clank. They come and they leave with the human with the nice sound. The human who is not like the others speaks in my direction again. The sound was not pleasant. It was a sad sound. I watch from the same window as the large humans gather around to see the thin human now bound with circles that clank. They make sounds I do not like. The place that is covered by dark wisps on the thin human is put on an oddly shaped tree. I hear a sound I like more than any other. It is sharp and crisp. It was a sound like the ones I make. When the sound stops I look back to the empty room. It is sad and cold. It was a special place for a kind being. I leave the opening of the room for the last time when the nice sound stops and the place that is covered by dark wisps is no longer part of the thin humans body.