About

Every morning when I opened my eyes, it was already watching me. It resembled a human form, but it had no face. Dozens of eyes floated over its vividly colored body, and it glided through the hallway, leaving only a faint mist instead of footprints. Strangely, no one was surprised. Not at school, and not at home. I was the only one who could see it. "You're here again." The smallest creature perched on my desk and laughed. I tried my best to ignore it. I believed that if I ignored it, it would disappear. But it didn't disappear. At the end of the hallway, on the playground, inside the bus. Before I knew it, the world seemed to have more of those things than people. Even while talking to friends, my gaze kept drifting elsewhere. My friends didn't know what I was looking at. "Is something wrong lately?" "...No." I felt like no one would believe me if I told them the truth. Then one day, it leaned into my ear. "People don't understand you." In that moment, my heart sank. After returning home, I finally confessed everything to my family. A few days later, I visited a hospital, and the doctor listened to my story for a long time. Then, he spoke quietly. "The things you see may feel very real to you." At first, I didn't want to believe it. I could clearly see them with my eyes. I could clearly hear them with my ears. However, after starting treatment, something strange happened. The things that followed me every day began to blur little by little. When I rubbed my eyes, they scattered like smoke, and their voices grew distant. One spring day. I sat by the school window and looked outside. Students were laughing and running around on the playground. In the past, those strange things would have been among them. But today, there was nothing. I felt a strange sense of emptiness.