They grow through the cracks between both the concrete and reality. Those little yellow flowers, waterfalls of moss, odd patches of leaves that you can't quite put a name to. They aren't plants, they aren't from this world and they aren't safe to take home.
Still there's always a child who sees something pretty and plucks it out of the street, shoves it into their pocket and forgets all about it. That's how they get in. Those little sprouts are homing beacons, a shiny piece of silver hanging before a fish who snaps it up without seeing the string above it.
A child won't care that the flower they found smells like iron, they won't even notice the way it bends towards them no matter where they put it down as it keeps an eye on them until the rest of the creature can get through to our world.
Even the little rivers of moss that trail down from odd holes in odd buildings are just another way to get us interested, get us close enough that they can snap their jaws around us. With our absolute confidence that we are the dominant species on our world we make for the easiest prey - we simply refuse to believe that there are things just outside of our immediate vision that are waiting to drag us away into impossibly small pipes to slowly consume.
It just doesn't seem plausible, right?
Still there's always a child who sees something pretty and plucks it out of the street, shoves it into their pocket and forgets all about it. That's how they get in. Those little sprouts are homing beacons, a shiny piece of silver hanging before a fish who snaps it up without seeing the string above it.
A child won't care that the flower they found smells like iron, they won't even notice the way it bends towards them no matter where they put it down as it keeps an eye on them until the rest of the creature can get through to our world.
Even the little rivers of moss that trail down from odd holes in odd buildings are just another way to get us interested, get us close enough that they can snap their jaws around us. With our absolute confidence that we are the dominant species on our world we make for the easiest prey - we simply refuse to believe that there are things just outside of our immediate vision that are waiting to drag us away into impossibly small pipes to slowly consume.
It just doesn't seem plausible, right?
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