Its edges shiver, as though being viewed through a haze of static. Maybe it's just the mist, but it looks almost like the thing could become untethered from reality at any moment. Like it could just disappear.
"You don't get it either. You have to accept what you are if you want any hope of getting rid of us. So accept it...or face the consequences."
Tim says nothing, hunched over, inert.
The shadow's expression twists, ugly as scar tissue.
"Didn't Tim tell you that his brand of crazy tends to spread?"
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Its edges shiver, as though being viewed through a haze of static. Maybe it's just the mist, but it looks almost like the thing could become untethered from reality at any moment. Like it could just disappear.
"You don't get it either. You have to accept what you are if you want any hope of getting rid of us. So accept it...or face the consequences."
Tim says nothing, hunched over, inert.
The shadow's expression twists, ugly as scar tissue.
"Didn't Tim tell you that his brand of crazy tends to spread?"