Yeah, well…. I have to admit, it is something…. Although, to be honest, I’m not sure what that something is. I mean, I’ve seen some things in my life. Quite a few of some things, as it happens. That, though, is not some thing I’ve ever seen before.
You only have to look at it to see it is something. I don’t know what it is about it, but there is something there that says quite simply and quite obviously that it is not from around here.
When I say not from around here, I mean not just around her, not just the Black Country, not even England or the UK, Europe, even. I mean it is something not of this world.
There is something alien about it.
It is something, all right. What that something is though…. I mean, at first glance even, you think there is something over there, some shape, some form. As you get closer though, you realise what attracted you about it, is that it has no form, no fixed form anyway. I mean it is as solid as everything else here, seemingly, but it shimmers, shivers, as though in a heatwave. It changes too, whenever you try to nail down what it look like. It senses somehow, as though it can feel your mind reaching out to grasp it and it changes, alters itself so you mind can’t get a hold on it. Almost as if its indistinctness is some form of defence mechanism. As if it is aware… alive.
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