I stepped outside, something immediately caught my attention.
Near the corner of the railing sat a strange pale object unlike anything I had seen before. It looked oddly soft and almost seemed to glow against the gray concrete. I stopped moving instantly. My first reaction wasn’t curiosity—it was unease. The object remained perfectly still, and that somehow made it feel even more unsettling. Balconies collect all sorts of harmless things like leaves, feathers, and insects, but this seemed different. It looked organic, yet I couldn’t identify it.
The more I
