Sometimes we do not need to use a metal detector.
A third pair of eyes are good enough.
Good enough to see the uncanny.

The uncanny.
Like pretty patterns and shapes.
Distributed evenly.
Only with a layer of fear and dignity.

If you dig deep enough, you might be able to see what you hope to see.
Only its not gold, but only pink feather bower filled with dirt.
Flick off the dirt.
Embrace the feather bower.






It is like a burning sensation, but only its not burning. Hmm.
Its killing you, isn't it?