Night fell.
He'd been falling since at least 5:27pm, and supposed he couldn't fall much further without being completely in the dark, since this hole had neither stars nor fireflies and had yet to invent electricity. He therefore sighingly inflated his i into an o and fell onto the hole rather than into it.
Night oofed as he scrabbled along the glassy surface. He gained his footing just as one of the screeching things that had been chasing him screeched past. It flailed but, failing to correct its preposition in time, thudded to the bottom of the lightless hole, never to be seen again.
The thing's comrades screeched above, and Night caught enough of their language to know more were coming, things with wings and talons and beaks and eyes that cast light enough to see by.
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