In nightly travels Indrid sees many strange and disturbing things.
Some of them are wondrous-an undulating wave of bats in mexico pouring from an underground cave, silhouetted against the final red splash of day fading from the sky.
Or the aurora borealis at certain times of the year-as if the angels have finally dropped acid and gotten wicked with the ravelights up in heaven.
Sometimes it's a dark shape walking alone on a street, and it seems as if each cone of light never quite touches their face.
Sometimes in his travels Indrid sees from the wing how things could be if only the waking world knew what was passing outside their doors once they've fallen off into the chasm of sleep.
Sometimes, though, some things defy explanation.
Like THIS.
If you were not afraid before, you will be after you click that link.
