They surrounded him immediately.

Drivers did double takes at the bizarre sight...

“In your lands, we are called demons. Elsewhere, we’re simply called other gods,” the man says.

I found the timewarp hiking the woods of my hometown alone.

“Do you mind? I’m trying to concentrate.”

I return. The shooter is still there.

The dog is obsessed with the throw rug. Scratches it. Moves it. Sits and whines.

He wades through flame, clothes burning, skin unharmed.

“You’re brave to contact them.”