It lay there like a warning. Wrong color, wrong shape, wrong world. Every second we stared at it, the fear grew sharper, heavier, more electric. We argued in whispers, too afraid to touch it, too afraid to look away. Each theory was worse than the last, each angle more horrifying, more unknow… Continues… We circled the strange object as if the carpet had become a minefield. My husband grabbed a tissue like makeshift armor, his hand hovering above it, trembling with the burden of being the first to make contact. The room felt unnaturally quiet, like the air itself was...
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