november 13th, late morning
You know, usually I'm fond of small, strange, somewhat-frightening things. But I'm beginning to feel distinctly uncomfortable with our porcelain visitors.
Kennet I took a nap when I came in, and woke up with bruises. I don't think I've woken up with bruises in the last 25 years. I can taste strange magic just as I wake up. Something new, unpleasant. Like... dust and copper, and something else.