Neither I nor my species have a name. You poor humans haven’t discovered us yet.
Some animals have adapted camouflage in order to trick your gaze. We have adapted a better way to hide. We have developed the ability to detect your gaze. We can sense your field of vision and we can see where you are seeing.
You can best picture our view as a mass of overlapping cones emanating from your heads, always sweeping back and forth. Sometimes it takes a great talent to move through the tiny spaces between them. My kind don’t do well in cities.
It’s occasionally the clumsier of those among us that you have caught glimpses of out of the corner of your eye. You see a flash of movement and turn, only to find nothing there. In all likelihood, we were there, but are now safe again in your blind spot.
I am sure you are asking yourself a question. “Why is he telling me this? What has this being to gain by revealing the secrets of his race?”
It’s because we have only just become aware of creatures that follow us from behind the corners of our eyes.
And they are far less benevolent than we are.
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