From the cover of the brush, he observed them. The two guards at the gate. Carefully, meticulously, Pid began to shape himself into a facsimile—a synthesis, really, embodying one characteristic from the first man, another from the second.
The world through human eyes was… subdued. The vibrant, chaotic sensory distortions from before were now faded, quiet. He drew a curious breath. The smells h...
