The air crackled with an unseen energy, a prickling sensation that danced on the edge of perception. It started subtly - a flicker in the corner of your eye, a rustle of leaves where no wind stirred. But the unease grew, a slow, insidious creep that sent shivers down your spine. Whispers, carried on the nonexistent breeze, spoke of a world beyond the veil, a realm where shadows held dominion. The veil, once impenetrable, now seemed to shimmer, a fragile barrier threatened by unseen forces. Harbingers, whispers spoke of them, creatures from the Otherworld who heralded its encroachment. They walked among us, disguised, their true purpose hidden, a secret waiting to be unraveled. The question hung heavy in the air, a chilling uncertainty - were they a warning, or the vanguard of a coming invasion?
