Everyone is the sum of their contradictions. You take it a step further, adding to the equation issues – practical, psychological, moral – usually only relevant for characters from fantastic tales. Unusual complications born from having to deal daily with forces that can only be described using the lexical field of the divine.
And, want it or not, you're also part of these forces.
There are others like you. You tend to attract one another. For better or worse.
They're your kin. They're aliens. Everyone has their own unique story about how they became a story themselves. Their own philosophy. Their own agenda.
In that, you're reminded that you're all very human in the end. People. People with incredible powers maybe. But people before anything else.
Tonight, the strange has come to your home. Your reflection is not alone.
There's something else in the glass. A shadow. A figure. A presence.
It stays only for instant. Barely enough for you to notice it. Long enough that you're sure you haven't dreamed it.
You don't know what that was. But you already have a name for it: Trouble.