The birds are insistent today. I don’t speak their language, but I get their point. It’s a brand new day and the wonder of that is enough to get excited about. The sky is falling in droplets. A little more than a drizzle. Not quite a glaze. Sweet none-the-less. There is a chill in the air. The good type. The type that feels fresh and chipper with the knowledge some warmth is on the way as the day grows longer.
I saw the figure as I turned the corner — Cold, calloused, and oddly angled; Creepy. Nightmarish. A Human.
It smelt something awful. Must be all that dank gas emitting from their porous skin. I’m told they can’t even see their stink, the odor is beyond the their optical range. Perhaps a result of evolution as I would imagine if anyone of their kind could see their own emissions they would die in self-disgust. A truly wretched creature.