We do not understand it except we know that we can only see something as we get closer to the object. A hunter shouts. It is a small black dot that is moving near the horizon. The word is passed through the herd in no particular fashion, but it spreads quickly. And it seems that as soon as the word is passed, the pace of our herd group becomes faster.
Mothers take the small hands of children who have learned to walk and want to explore.
Dust begins to raise higher and now goes into our teeth and makes our eyes squint. I look back and now can see the black dot better. It is the Dark One, someone shouts. Yes it is. Now there is no separation between the Dark One and the horizon.