Fiegned Twilight

From the folds of his dark red robe, the gnarled old man pulled out a ragged leather book. Blowing out his mustaches, he opened the inconspicuos book and began. The words flowed from his mouth at a great rate. At first i could hear only a whisper but it quickly grew to a deafening roar. The cavernous walls arounds us amplified the sound. Each word seemed to stand out to me individually. The old man's chanting slowed and a form coelesced in front of my very eyes.