I awoke in the night to a series of unusual thumping sound. It was coming from the window so I got up and pulled it open to look outside.
What I saw was not the emptiness outside my house in the middle of the night, but instead a group of mammoths, who were dancing, a slow but meaningful dance that was beautiful to watch. Not knowing what else to do, I climbed out of the window and went down to join them, but by the time I got down to the ground, I realised that the mammoths had moved their dance up onto the roof. I thought this vaguely annoying, but nonetheless started climbing back up.
As I reached the roof, I was most surprised to see no mammoths, but instead a group of pigeons, listening to some hard rock. The music woke me up completely and I realised how stupid I had been, thinking that there had been mammoths dancing outside my window in the middle of the night.
It was then I noticed a light coming from the roof of a house across the street. As I looked closer, I saw the very same group of mammoths huddled around a campfire. I listened, and realised they were singing together, a quiet, sad song in a language I could not understand. I noticed a paraglider parked on the roof next to me, and I asked the pigeons if I could use it, but they were too busy listening to their music to answer.
I took the paraglider and flew over to the roof of the house across the street, but realised, in mid flight, that the mammoths had gone from there, and were boarding a ship that was preparing to sail off out into the dark sea, over which a dull mist was beginning to form. At the roof, I took a sharp turn and began my descent down onto the beach. By the time I reached the shore, the mammoths' ship was already far into the water, and I abandoned my paraglider, and began wading out after it.
The cold, black water was up to my neck in seconds, but still I swam after the ship, which was slowly disappearing into the dark nothingness of the midnight ocean. It was only a dark blur on the horizon when I began to panic, realising the light of the shore was far behind me, and I felt myself gasp and kick and scream, as cold black sea water entered my mouth. I choked, and made a last glance towards the ship. Instead I saw a much smaller rowing boat moving quickly towards me. I was then engulfed, and I found myself sinking, lifeless, into the deep. I was gone.
Then, I felt a firm grip on my wrist, and I was pulled back, through the liquid fog, and I fell, gasping, onto the rowing boat, coughing up sea water. Looking up, I saw a mammoth, sitting there, taking up most of the boat, smiling. I looked out to the larger ship, which had stopped, and was waiting for the mammoth to return.
The mammoth spoke to me, in a language I did not need to know, for I understood it anyway. Hesitant, I looked back at the world behind me. I nodded, a little fearful, and we turned the boat and began to row, out into the dark sea, together.
Far out into the dark ocean, a light was beginning to appear. A new light, blinking, forming itself in the dark.
This is where I am, going with the mammoths. Far away.