Gredg: !!link!!

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.

Gredg.

And yet, for three days now, it has been the only thing I can think about. Because tonight, as I write this, I notice something strange

And it is patient.