This is a story based on something I saw in the reflection of my plate as I sat down to eat one day.
Alman heard a whispering, though he couldn’t make out what it was or where it came from. He looked back down at his plate and saw it. In the reflection of the polished ceramic he saw something drifting around near where the light hung from the ceiling. It was white, yet, in a way, dark. It was though it was something evil that wanted to make you think it was good.