Of all the artefacts I have done work around, templar plots I have witnessed, and magical oddities from the bayou I have witnessed, there is nothing that comes close to THIS.
Yesterday at the pet shop, whilst I longingly stared at the animal shelter's featured adoptees wishing I could bring one home, they started TALKING to me. Today, as I snuck closer to the carnival animals than customers are meant to do, wishing I could pet one, so did the horses.
I don't quite know if I've gone mad or not, but this is brilliant!
A bunch of people didn't come into work. They said they called out sick but...I think it's what's happening. It's so weird. Nothing wrong with me except this mark on my hand.