Description⌗

The motorcycle had been parked on the beach near the mountain range and the lake for several hours. The large rock in the foreground had been a constant presence, but the motorcycle had paid it no attention. The sun had long since set and the moon had risen, casting a pale light over the scene. The motorcycle appeared to be waiting for something, or someone. Suddenly, a figure appeared on the other side of the rock, walking towards the motorcycle. The figure was cloaked in a dark robe and had a hood pulled low over its face, making it impossible to see any features. It stopped a few feet away from the motorcycle and just stood there, silent and still. The motorcycle’s engine revved to life, the headlight flicked on, and it roared towards the figure, stopping just inches away. The figure didn’t flinch or move, even as the motorcycle’s engine idled loudly in the silence of the night. After a few moments, the figure finally spoke. ‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ it said, its voice a low, raspy whisper. ‘I have something you need to see.’ Without waiting for a response, the figure turned and began walking back the way it had come