Dec 6, 2025 — Compiled notes from sightings, feathers, and the thing that follows me. If someone else is reading this—keep it quiet. If someone else finds this, they probably already know too much.
Feathers: black, warm, not entirely organic. Collected three. One disappeared from the shoebox overnight.
Light pulses: rhythmic. Matches a heart rate at times, and the city's low hum at others.
Figures: cloak, elongated limbs, moves in jumps where reality stutters.
Hypothesis: The wings are a marker. They attracted attention. Or they are auditioning me.