I went up there expecting a routine task—tightening screws, checking for rust, maybe replacing a panel or two. Nothing about the afternoon suggested it would be anything more than practical work. But then I noticed it. A small, twisted shape tucked near the edge, curled in on itself in a way that immediately caught my attention. For a brief moment, it felt unsettling, almost like it had been placed there deliberately.
I paused longer than I expected, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. From a distance, it looked unnatural, and my mind filled in the gaps with possibilities that didn’t quite belong. It’s strange how quickly we assign meaning to things we don’t understand, especially when we’re alone in a quiet place.
