Rick Yancey. Student monsterology 2: curse of the wendigo (№ 165770)

This gray land, we have no names. We skeletons, reflecting in the yellow eye.
Our parched and bleached bone right under the skin, our empty eye sockets stare at the hungry crows.
In this Kingdom of the shadows our tin voice scratching like a fly's wing in stationary air.
Our language is the language of Imbeciles, the gibberish of idiots. The root and the vine could say more than we do.