Mind Invaders: When Clouds Become Your Nightmares
The air thickened, congealing into a cotton-candy fog that scraped and clawed at his consciousness.
What’s On My Mind Today? 👽 My Prose:The air thickened, congealing into a cotton-candy fog that scraped and clawed at his consciousness. He reached out reflexively, but his fingers found no solid ground—only threads of twisted vapor. From within that dense haze, something stirred. Not something. Some things. They bubbled and writhed, their cyclopean gaze dripping with disdain, as though reality…













