Redrazzberry
Curiosity didn't just kill the cat; it fed the Rabbit.
They appeared in the peripheral vision of suburban cul-de-sacs, derelict malls, and quiet cornfields. Small, pristine, and impossibly white. To anyone else, they were just stray pets. But to the Witness, they were a magnetic North. You didn't just see the Rabbit; you felt a tether snap into place behind your ribs. You followed it because it was soft. You followed it because it looked like a piece of childhood that hadn't been corrupted yet.
You were wrong.
The Rabbit is a biological doorway. It is a sixty-second trip into the "Vile Mirror," a realm where the myths we thought were stories are actually the apex predators of the static. You go in for a minute, but you come back aged by decades. You come back with stone in your lungs, ink in your veins, and a shadow that no longer matches your movements.
This anthology is a map of those sixty-second burials. From Alabama to Wyoming, these are the recorded testimonies of the men who reached for the fluff and caught the flail. Read it and remember: if you see a twitching nose in the dark, keep your hands in your pockets.