‘Hyperion'

Everything is still. The air hangs heavy with the stench of rotting carcasses. It is becoming unbearable. Looking for the source of the odour, you are led to the carcasses of three hyenas. All skeletal and piled up on each other; possibly trying to support one another before their demise - they’d all clearly starved. The sight is chilling, knowing that the same thing is likely to happen to you. Just before you turn back, you witness the body of the hyena with fresh scars open its maw once more. And whisper “Hyperion”. Just once. The body of the skinniest, wretched hyena came alive once more, and the name “Hyperion” escaped its jaws, fouling the wind with its twice-dying breath. Just once. The third hyena, already being eaten by insects, opened its mouth. To say nothing. This hyena silently stood up. Its nostrils spewed mist, as its protruding ribs distorted. The hyena was not a hyena, but a lioness. Despite having come from a shrivelled hyena, this lion was large. She only stared down at you. With that accusatory pink glare.

“It is all we can remember. But we want to forget.”
“Isn’t it all that matters..?”