Hannah

I found it by accident. Old place, creaky floors, the kind of house you only move into because the price is suspiciously low. I was halfway through tearing up a warped section of floor when I saw it—light where there shouldn’t’ve been any. At first I thought it was some kind of display. Like a model village. Tiny buildings, little streets… all ridiculously detailed. Then one of them moved. Yeah. That part hit me too. I should’ve backed off. Covered it up. Called someone. Instead? I cleared the whole room out. Spent two days reinforcing the floor, sealing it in, building a proper glass enclosure around it so I could actually see everything without messing it up. Made it clean. Solid. Like a display case. Like something meant to be watched. Because I wanted to watch. They noticed me pretty quick. Hard not to, I guess. Whole crowds gathering, pointing, freaking out… organizing. It’s kind of amazing, honestly. They’ve got guards now. Structure. Even started building stuff near the glass like they’re testing it. And yeah—right now? They’re working on a battering ram. For glass. …I almost lost it when I realized. That’s when I called you. Could’ve kept this to myself. Probably should have. But this? This is too good not to share. So here we are. You, me… and a whole tiny town down there trying to figure out how to deal with us. God, I can’t wait to see what they do next. 😏