The Autumn people.
"For these beings, fall is ever the normal season,
the only weather, there be no choice beyond.
Where do they come from? The dust.
Where do they go? The grave.
Does blood stir in their veins? No; he night wind.
What ticks in their head? The worm.
What speaks from their mouth? The toad.
What sees from their eye? The snake.
What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars.
They sift the human storm for souls, eat the flesh of reason,
fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth....
Such are the autumn people. Beware of them.
-Something Wicked This Way Comes - Ray Bradbury.
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