Mirages

 A Mirage is a colloquial term for a creature, thing, or otherwise supernatural phenomenon that has perforated our reality through mortal thought. The term was originally claimed by astronomer and philosopher Gisèle De Roy, who also proposed their original name; Tache d'encre (literally "ink stain").

It is impossible to empirically categorize a Mirage. While their various forms can sometimes be studied and even replicated, the pure chaotic circumstances of their birth mean that they are often in a constant state of change. A Mirage may one day have the arms of a bear, which then suddenly sprouts wings, as a flock of birds begin terrorizing its home at the same time as it. A Mirage, for all intents and purposes, is not alive. Their understanding of the universe is far too alien to us, and most attempts at communication with "intelligent" Mirages often end in violent dismemberment. They are not made of flesh and blood, although many appear to be, yet bleed the same shadowy nonsense they were born from. The Glass House claims that Mirages are shades; shadows of molecules at the slimmest parts of reality, which explains their seemingly infinite configurations.

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They begin as will-o-wisps, strange lumps in vacant space or wispy tongues of darkness. It is a sprout, like that from a seed, watered by doubt and misery. A mother scolds her child for staring aimlessly out the window, whose boundless creativity springs projections over the neighbour's fence. As the child stares, his eyes focus on intangible shapes, and the sheep in his mind's eye becomes ever pronounced.

As thought progresses, figures are made. Mindless tangents of floating mist become tendons, then bone, then limbs. Given time and sufficient feed, what is produced is an echo of the creator's chaotic thoughts: a chimera of a thousand related concepts.

Note: Human beings think a lot. Our minds are often constantly bombarded with impromptu words and images, some more than others, which are only then accelerated with time. Think about the last time you had a daydream, or even a regular dream, and consider what you saw. Was the image complex? A solid recording of events that have never occurred? Was there audio or clear video? Were multiple characters talking all at the same time? Consider that you can have dozens of fragmented renditions of that daydream every second. Our imagination is chaos, and that chaos feeds the Mirage.

Mirages, on top of not being alive, technically do not exist. Their existence is tangential; consequently, they form and break apart in wild spittle. As its creator(s) mind wanders, so does the Mirage grow. If its inventor somehow lost all recollection at an early enough stage, or the source of the thought was silenced, the Mirage would slowly starve and whittle away. 

Given time, the Mirage will outgrow its birthplace and break free of its birther's chains. This often results in the violent maiming or murder of the person. A Mirage at this stage no longer relies on its original benefactor for sustenance, and will usually set out for greener pastures.

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Not all Mirages are beastly in nature. Some are humanoid, while others play mockery with constructs and machines. Many mirages aren't even conscious, as the wandering mind bleeds outward towards concepts and ideas, creating strange events and fueling wives' tales. Many of these tales, ironically, become somewhat accurate as a result.

The Republic has invested over a century's worth of time, men, and wealth into safely handling Mirages and their spawn. With the modern reintroduction of Inquisitors by The Fourth Committee, dozens of specially-trained soldiers and investigators are released yearly from educational camps such as The Farm. These inquisitors are tasked with discovering, preventing, and eliminating Mirages wherever The Republic's influence lies. It is a respected position, if not a feared one.

Common Rumours And Catalysts

1. Projecting shadows in multiple directions is a sign of otherworldly possession.
2. Blood in the cold crystallizes, leaving strange geodes in their wake.
3. Imaginary friends aren't imaginary at all.
4. Monsters roam the blackness between the ground and the treetops, ever watching and hungry for the exposed.
5. Light a candle for the death of a calf and kill a calf for the death of a man. Replacement of either path brings illness.
6. Roll your eyes at an honest man's word, and they will pop out like marbles to flee.
7. Stagnant bodies of water in the middle of a field aren't reflective, but rather open windows into the sky.
8. Long hair drapes doubt in the corners of one's vision. Doubt brings spectres.
9. If you cannot immediately recognize your shape in a glass's reflection, break it.
10. Soldiers who get lost in the mountains become catalysts for rockslides.
11. Goat horns are a prized possession, both for alchemy and status, but unethically retrieving these horns will bring their owner's wrath.
12. The Moon Cries.