Dystopian Drabble Entry
The Fourth Dimension
“They are the GODS!” – the man worships the beings, who decided to insinuate months ago and I acquired alexithymia since. With hundreds of people feeding their collective fear in this shelter. The grim discovery of the fourth dimensional beings, through the means of the transparency that the absence of color brought to us, the darkness, we now can partially see them.
They can see us as a line stretching from the past to future showing our spatial location at every moment in time. They can easily end us, there must be a reason why they only choose to allude every night.
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