Help me find my way home! And figure out what Sharp wants me to do.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?The fog has receded a few yards back. Perhaps the man saw a shimmering of the air for a second. He couldn't be sure. Was it his sight? Or was it the winds, made visible, manifest?
Whatever it was, it stood yards before him. The figure of a man — though it seemed to resemble no mere man. Even from this distance, it seemed it would tower over him were they standing closer to each other. It was a giant of a thing. Its "hands" — could one call them that? — were balled into fists. And the two gold lights from up high — eyes, perhaps? — cut through the fog, though they were not bright enough to blind.
It took sight of the man. It began a slow approach.
dead devotionI think Sharp Resplendence has some sort of... plan for me? I don't know what.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

"...Help you do what?"