They say there is a cabal.
So everyone imagines it.
The meetings. The whispers. The plan.
People swear they can see them huddling together under the sheet, smiling about something.

The sheet grows thicker, with every story stitched into it.

But when you finally gather the courage and pull the sheet away...

poof.

nobody is there.

There is never an inside.
Everyone is on the outside.