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I looked out the window and saw something that would change my entire life.

Something I beholden in the dim light outside in my garden, was an outlandish silhouette, made up of two horns, wings of a pegasus, claws of an enlarged hawk, and other diminutive features that could not verify anything about what that thing could be.

The alarm clock ringed, giving a piercing hollering that rumbled from the room, through me, and probably down to the thing.
The thing was stationary, albeit the shrilling sound. I immediately took the alarm clock and held it outside the window as far from me as I could. My eyes were dilating now and then, focusing on every motion of the thing.

I was there with my hands staying interminably on the vibrating alarm clock. However, before I wanted to abdicate this foolish task, the thing spread out its wings wide and with a rustling of the leaves of my bougainvillea, it pushed itself up and took flight to the empyrean.

Till today, I could not make up what it is, notwithstanding my thorough investigation around the garden after that enigmatic encounter. Whether I shall believe in fatuous mythology, or classify this under a hallucination, I only know that my alarm clock was malfunctioned when it came to 11:11 pm every night accompanied with a shadow of a big wing sweeping past my window.

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