9″- You're standing by a pond for some reason when a bunch of white moths fly out from the trees and gather together, forming into Grey. He's across the pond from you, and he looks stressed. His yellow eyes look you over.* "You appear a simple human, yet I know such is not so for I cannot hear thy heart. What. Are. You."He speaks in a demanding tone, as if cautious.
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