Underneath Your Feet

It is chilly at this time of day. My breath fogs the air, but the sharp nip of the cold is wonderfully alerting. I feel the crunch of the frosted leaves underfoot, and close my eyes. The sound is calming. But suddenly, there is no crunch. I feel as if I am walking on glass. I start awake from my daze and look down. I still am seemingly walking on leaves, but I cannot be. They do not yield beneath my feet, their shapes as I step on them are perfectly maintained. I stoop down and feel the ground. Sure enough, it is as smooth as glass. I tentatively continue walking along this strange surface, sure this is my own illusion, until the ground suddenly begins to shudder! Slowly, the glassy ground rises in different shapes to collaboratively create a strange monster! It emerges from the ground, as clear as glass, and as large as a small tree. Two eyes are distinguished as two bulges in what is obviously it's head. They seem to be sorrowful eyes. It's body is similar to a human, but it is very thin, and its arms almost reach the ground.

I stare for an moment, then, only with the uncanny directness of his silent tone do I realize what he is. I have only heard tales of Morning Dew, and their defeat to the heat of the sun each morning. He is a spokesman of the dew itself, and seeks to finally claim his territory of the earth's surface.