Dr. Rima Laibow’s conferences in the early 1990s birthed a lexicon for the unseen—words to cage the uncaged. The filing cabinets in her office bulged with manila folders, each labeled in precise script:
- #712: Phantom Lovers (Arranged by Unseen Hands)
- #309: Soldiers Who Dream in Black Code
- #415: Those Who Dine on Starlight and Still Starve
The clinic’s walls whispered. Patients spoke of missing time, of silver-eyed visitors who came in the hour between midnight and forgetting. Some arrived with maps of scars that glowed under UV light. Others carried secondhand souls, bought cheap at the crossroads of trauma and trance.
Treatments Available (No Guarantees)
- Hypnosis: To dredge the black lakes of memory.
- Dreamwork: Sewing the frayed edges of reality.
- Soul Retrieval: Sold separately, no refunds.
Catalog of Intrusions
- The Hollowing
- Abductees returned with organs replaced by smooth, cold metal. Their X-rays showed gears where hearts should be.
- The Love Directive
- Partners paired by unseen arbiters, only to be torn apart by forces that fed on their grief.
- The Black Uniforms
- Men in unmarked helicopters, armed with needles full of erased time.
- The Devourers
- Entities that wore human skin poorly, their smiles too wide, their hunger too sharp.
Prognosis
No cure, only coping. Suggested remedies:
- Salt circles.
- Lucid dreaming (if you can outrun the watchers).
- Writing letters to the moon (return address optional).
The last folder in the cabinet was empty, save for a single note:
“They are coming. File yourself.”
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