Ezra stood by a bus stop flickering mindlessly through his phone. There really wasn’t anything new anywhere.
“Bus is delayed,” he muttered.
It had been a long night of partying, which was enjoyable of course, but it was the getting home that was the worse part. Ezra wasn’t tall in any sense of the word, and his dark curls were combed through in a failed attempt to put in in a neat state. He fiddled with his jacket, before he went back to his phone.
It was then Ezra noticed he was humming something. It was a steady rhythm, a sturdy beat shifting a strange sensation through his body. He swiftly pocket his phone and followed the felling. It was a sweet, tugging sensation that welcomed Him.
He followed blindly, the music growing louder and louder. It was powerful chant, the best overtaking Ezra’s every motive. He needed to find the source, it was something special. He followed, wondering into a dense park. Was he walked, the trees grew larger, more massive. The path became more dilapidated and the duck ponds expanded. He walked, his need to know the music overpowering his thoughts. The music was great. The music was good.
He entered a clearing and saw...