Continued

I stumbled along in the sand for a while longer, and the concentration of people quickly took a nose dive, and I was alone on the shore. The drift wood arrangements that people had created seemed to get more fantastical and mystic. I was almost certain that all people had dissolved and become driftwood arrangements. Suddenly people had evaporated from the shore, I saw no one for a long time but felt the presence of ghosts all around me. 

Out of the darkness a flute seemed to play from my heart, and immediately I regarded it as my own music, becoming tangible to my twisted ears, but as I listened more it became clear that it was not from my heart but from a group of people who seemed to be just over the grasslands that separated the beach from the yards of residents. I would have climbed it immediately but I feared the erosion, left unchecked by the grasses this beach could take over the world, so I kept walking. 

eventually I reached the park point beach house, I assumed at first that the music must be coming from there. In the depths of the night people abounded, as many people as there weren't before there were now. The source of the music was not to be found amongst these people, who looked at me so strangely as I stumbled through their ranks, distracted from my mission, looking for the source.

I left the path that I had laid for myself and onto solid ground, into a wide open field of grass... TO BE CONTINUED