He had rolled out of the solitary light produced by the only lit desk lamp and had become a grey outline. After my escape from the inhuman things, themselves called greys, I felt an unnerving chill at the uncanny resemblance between this faded silhouette and my late captors.
I heard the squeals of the chair as he turned to face me.
“That’s absurd!” The blurry motion of his hand waved.
“Is it any more absurd than you explaining that they don’t exist by their existence? Their appearance, yes, if you will, it’s false, but there’s more to life than appearances.”
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