Sneak peek (Patreon)

Lightning flashes and the features change. A bird’s beak grazes my cheek, its texture hard and unforgiving, wet and decaying, the smell of basement and death. Its eyes keep studying me as if nothing happened, as if they’re not small and glowing, as if they’re not monstrous.

• Scream.

• Stare in horror.

• Observe. This feels familiar somehow.

Fun times ahead, as per usual!