Don’t blink. Blink and you’re dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back. Don’t look away. And don’t blink. Good Luck.
What is it like to be a stone angel? To live an eternity locked away and unable to escape, glimpsing life in the time between seconds, always hungry, always cold. Would you be alone as an angel or surrounded by other silent hungry stones? Remnants of life.