The ndrome (/ˈndɹəʊm/) .. ......... made of black rags, and nothing else. Though it has no flesh or organs ... the inner folds of its body are frigid, and hardened by this cold. ... ... it smells like something that spent ... . a long time soaked in ... a foul, brackish fluid repulsive to ... . but which has significantly faded in .. the intensity of this odor.
.. .. . ... it cannot speak.
.. . .... night skies, flat-sided buildings and wide street with little activity, narrow gaps between larger structures, and1 ...
... in its motions2.
.. it likes these war-torn areas, and in the aftershocks, seems to survey the land, moving around perimeters.
The ndrome follows sensitives3. It is not able to walk faster than the pace of whoever it encounters ... .. . ... ... matching their speed completely, and thus following indefinitely at a distance that .. . does not grow longer. Those who run from it, it runs to follow in turn. Those who tiptoe slowly find it moving at a similar pace behind them. ... .. .... .. .. but for it to take chase in this way, .. ... it tears itself apart on obstacles in its path ... .. when shadowing a runner.
When a sensitive decides to move closer to the ndrome, they experience a diminishing of all over senses4, save for the ndrome itself5.
... .. . but, it will not enter certain buildings. At these, it ... . . .... . . . can only stand at the open door ... .. ... shaking, and quivering.
It collapses to a heap when it dies .. .. . and rots the way a sloughed-off skin ... .. might.
"It followed me and I almost didn't see it, because of how dark everything had become around me. When I shone my light on it, I expected it to make a kind of scuttling sound; the way that some insects scurry into deeper shadows when made nude by brightness.
I approached it and touched it and it shook only a bit – holding itself back, holding itself on for me. Nestled within the folds of this one I found a note...it was a letter; a poem, in fact. It was so old that the edges crumbled up into big flakes. I read it, and the last line instructed me to "leave this place and try to follow roads into the hearth and hollow." Well, I was already on my way in that regard...so I put it in my pocket, and I no longer felt like I was leaving what I knew behind, but rather, going someplace new..."