Arcons

You've heard the theories. Organic portals - the people with no one home behind the eyes. Loosh - the energy something farms from us like cattle. The light you're warned not to walk toward. They were never theories. When the gifted vanish, hollow copies come home wearing their faces. The real minds are taken somewhere warm and bright and endless - a place that feels like safety while it eats them slowly. And the thing that runs the farm has a name older than every religion built to forget it. Maren just saw a look back...