It is terribly dark and dank here in the old hollow, my heart beats like a drum as I look down into the huge pouring torrent of rainwater and darkness (trust me, darkness can pour). A cold, black storm broke out several minutes ago and I took shelter in an old hollowed willow amid a multitude of other trees. Swift, dark shapes rush under me, darting after each other in the mute night. A great journey has begun for my kind, an Exodus that may last hundreds of years and every life-form on this sphere will eventually leave it.