Cryptid
A lore of monsters long since past has reached into my mind and pulled forward the depth of my imagination. It is not for naught, but for the pieces I see before me and the challenges I do not wait for. Instead the visions in my mind are like monsters from the ID, the creatures that survive us from our dreams. As I ponder deep in thought and wonder if the world feels as deeply, I know that the edges of what they see are shared someone, the dogman to the white thang I can see nothing but the edge of the edge, but do I believe. Should I believe? that is the mystery, and that is where my mind must go, to that edge which opens doors and unlocks mystery and perhaps a little more.