Distortion, Close My Eyes
The two of us started to walk into the stretching forest, but Mex didn't talk right away, but he probably knew that I would be distracted. If he did, the man was not wrong because I could stop looking at the strange birds and insects that moved so strangely.
The insect stretched its legs along, reaching forward and then planting afoot, and another would stretch. More than once, Mex had to put a hand on my back to keep me moving as a small bird-like creature would float by.
They were like feathered balls with rippling one foot streaming flat one-inch wide bands flowing out of them. Each time one would float by, I would become distracted by its impossibleness.
"The world is amazing, there is no doubt about that, but we took the beauty of its Impossible naturalness and perverted it. These creatures are all Demons, and now they wander mindlessly. Demonizing a species doesn't make them intelligent," Mex said and then stopped to point at two clearly different bugs.