Racket, Parade, Desert
There was a racket and a parade marched past my house. They played instruments I’d never seen before. The detailed masks they wore made them all look like Egyptian gods. The Typhonic beast was most common, but I saw a lot of jackals’ heads. I fumbled with the lousy lock to my balcony door and ended up breaking it to stumble out there. They were all wearing mardi-gras-beads so I found some on my floor and threw them down to see what would happen.
The one who caught them flashed me a bleached-bone-smile full of teeth. Then the desert came.