Sight can always be very elusive. It can trick the mind into believing that something is somewhere when it is somewhere else, or when it doesn't even exist. It can provide unnatural illusions and hallucinations to weird out the beholder. But I can tell you right now, this isn't the case. I'm not insane, I'm not dreaming, my mind is not fucked, this is real. I swear to you, it's real. I can't stress how much this has ached me. I can't think straight. That..thing. It follows me everywhere. It's in the trees, the bushes, the beds, the dressers, the TVs, the fields, the chairs, the minds, the eyes, EVERYWHERE. I don't know how to go about it. Well, I'm starting to ramble about knowledge unknown. Let me introduce myself.