I parted my lips to speak, but it raised its hand, gesturing me to stop.
"While I am humouring you," the voice resonated, deeper now, almost vibrating in the marrow of my bones, "I find myself losing interest. So… I would like some form of mutual benefit from this conversation."
I tilted my head, studying it. "So, you want me to entertain you?"
"Precisely," the speaker said, its tone calm and deliberate.
"Sure," I shrugged, feigning a casualness. "What do you desire to know? Because I've got a hunch you already know a lot more than you're letting on."
The head tilted back slightly, then let out a soundless laugh. "Then I must suggest you strip such thoughts from your mind. I know of your language. Your sound. That is all. Nothing more. I am but a sound… an echo… a resonance that lingers where others cannot tread. I like to listen.
