Strange Things-that are normal

anon why? explain to me? why would make me read this question with my own two eyes?

The homunculus Pride protects his father’s tunnel from prying human eyes.

“They Blink and Reality Shivers”

Done for the Month of Fear challenge, “Shiver”.

The saints cannot distinguish between being with other people and being alone: another good reason for becoming one.

They live in trees and eat air. Staring past or through us, they see things which we would call not there. We, on the contrary, see them.

They smell of old fur coats stored for a long time in the attic. When they move they ripple. Two of them passed here yesterday, filled and vacated and filled by the wind, like drained pillows blowing across a derelict lot, their twisted and scorched feet not touching the ground, their feathers catching in thistles. What they touched emptied of colour.

Whether they are dead or not is a moot point. Shreds of they litter history, a hand here, a bone there: is it suffering or goodness that makes them holy, or can anyone tell the difference?

Though they pray, they do not pray for us. Prayers peel off them like burned skin healing. Once they tried to save something, others or their own souls. Now they seem to have no use, like the colours on blind fish. Nevertheless, they are sacred.

They drift through the atmosphere, their blue eyes sucked dry by the ordeal of seeing, exuding gaps in the landscape as water exudes mist. They blink and reality shivers.

This is getting kind of ridiculous.