Written for a nano thing so the quality is kinda eehh but I like the concept
As he got older, it only started getting more apparent to the point Leon could no longer consider them a figment of his imagination: these strange beings, sometimes shadows and lights, sometimes people, could do and even say things, and make things happen without Leon doing anything himself.
But he kept quiet. He endured, he adjusted.
And he knew: these things, whether he liked them or not, were real. And just as Leon could see them, these beings could see him.