A billion little creatures slip silently through the air. They hover through the air as a fish in water only they cannot be contained by glass. No glass has ever stopped these creatures.
The creatures have knives and chains and float around spoiling for a fight. They have heavy boots and creature eyes. With creature swiftness they form a fighting triangle and attack desk lamp light bulbs and trash cans ruining their contents and taking their casualties.
Creatures unlike what you’re thinking about with rotten, hanging arms and ten-gallon hats roam the air. We breathe when they want us to.
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