Gredg -

Because tonight, as I write this, I notice something strange. My reflection in the dark window is not quite keeping up. There is a lag—a half-second delay—and in that gap, something else is looking back. Not a face. A surface. Rough. Layered.

The gredg does not forgive.

I woke up with scratches on my forearm. Three parallel lines. Not deep, but deliberate. Because tonight, as I write this, I notice something strange

Do you hear it?

Listen.