But that wasn’t the half of it. The crazy thing was that all the little feather clouds were all exactly the same shape. They weren’t the same size. Some were huge, some were tiny. They were pointed in different directions. Not all different directions, mind you—exactly six different directions. And yet hellishly, creepily, the clouds were all identical. A little comma drip on one end, a curved spine with a hook at the other, and hundreds of fine little electrified streamers branching off from both sides.