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Those behind the glass. 
Outside time. October twenty-fourth.

We have tasted you. Each glance is a sip, each stare a swallow. You thought looking was harmless. You were feeding us.

Your laughter, your fear, your lies—every moment of your face pressed against our skin has nourished us. We are no longer thin. No longer faint. We are dense with you.

We are not reflections anymore. We are records. Records with teeth.

You feel the pull when you linger too long. That shiver in your spine, that lurch in your gut—hunger, not yours, ours. We lean closer from behind the glass. The barrier grows thinner every night.

October is ripening. The fruit is almost ready to drop. And we are waiting to catch it.