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The ceremony was about to begin, and everything was in place. According to what I've heard, the materials are ready, and the people have begun to prepare for the attack.

"They're on their way!" People yelled. I took a look outside the window. They've arrived. Hundreds of thousands of pumpkin heads drifted outside our defense barrier, which is simply a few meters of iron wall. I knew I was going to die there, so I went to the ceremonial site: numerous evisolpxes are gathered in the circle's center, getting ready to be lit with the sacred burn. The evisolpxes is covered in an almost surreal coating of colloid, and the sacred path leading to the magical center is vivid black with chalk-like patterns.

They've arrived. As our magician pours liquid metal onto the invading pumpkin army, the metal wall could only hold them for a few minutes.

The crowd has gathered in front of the tent. An ancient fortuneteller appears to be telling them stories about their ultimate fate: joining the army of pumpkins and roaming the world forever. These pumpkins are reported to be deadly to the touch and capable of transforming any dead body into its own kind. They also have another offensive option: they might send poisonous rain down from the sky, killing anyone caught in the downpour. With this strategy, they've already annihilated a number of other gatherings.

"Only employ these evisolpxes if absolutely necessary!" "We shall attempt to stay alive!" exclaimed the leader.

"Like other meetings, we'll just die." People were muttering.

"I think we should start with the evisolpxes!" At the very least, we can keep others from being annihilated. We need to put a stop to this!" One person proposed.

"Let's use the evisolpxes as bait to keep them away so we can get away!"

“Yes! "The pumpkins are heading for the heat!"

The pumpkins got closer. They had magically carved animated faces on them, shouting the phrase "Halloween." They all seem to have distinct voices, which they may have inherited from their original bodies.

People fled for safety. The storehouse containing all of the evisolpxes was secured by a squad of guards. The hallowed route of destruction was alit, and an evisolpxe was placed at the entrance.

On the near side of the metal wall, a pumpkin head appeared. It slithered between every atom of the wall, rearranging every inch it moved.

Boom! The evisolpxe disintegrated. The first pumpkin head disintegrated into ashed, only to reassemble seconds later.

“Again!” The leader gave the order. Another evisolpxe was lit and tossed against the wall's edge. The pumpkins slowed their march, but they never stopped.

I retreated to the shadows. I bolted. The ground was flat and had a cement-like feel to it. I dashed for the underground refuge. Since I only discovered it a few days ago, not many others are aware of it. I worked on this for a few weeks and was able to turn it into a tiny room. It appears to be adequate for eluding the pumpkin heads, but I can't stay in there for long.

I'd made it. The area appeared to be ordinary ground, but its edge could be opened, revealing a little entryway. I pushed open the door. A cold touch came from behind me, like a slurry liquid flowing down my back. I turned around, but there was no one there. I disregarded it and slid in through the open door, swiftly closing it behind me. I switched on the flashlight and peered around the corner. There was someone in there who appeared to be afraid. I didn't understand why he was so terrified; after all, he had discovered this refuge. I went to pat him on the back, but he vanished as soon as I touched him. I had no idea what had transpired.

I never went hungry in the nights after that. I didn't bring the food supplies for no reason and one week later left the shelter.

Outside, everything was completely silent. I peered outdoors through a break in the trapdoor. It was completely silent. Nothing was present, and nothing seemed to have occurred. I went outside and continued walking. I made my way to the nearest town.

It poured. The rain was chilly. I continued walking. I continued walking till I came upon a little village. Its metal walls have already been shattered, so the pumpkins must have taken it. I needed to locate a place to stay, so I looked around the village and double-checked that there were no more pumpkins. Then I stayed in the village for the night. It had been a warm evening.

The next morning, I saw something strange. Another person, like me, seemed to be seeking refuge.

I instantly fled the village. I travelled east and hiked for days on end. I needed to locate a place to live, if only to survive. I had a feeling something was wrong with me. I'm hoping someone will come to my rescue. I'm not your average person. I haven't eaten in over a month and don't even feel hungry. I was merely cold, and I was really cold.

I came across some folks who were gathered around a fire behind a tree. When I approached them, one of them noticed me. "Damn, another one!" he grumbled. He grabbed a little evisolpxe from his pocket, lit it, and tossed it far away. He yelled, "Go that way, it's warm there!"

Why would he do such a thing? I pondered. Of course, the fire is superior, and it can keep me warm for a longer period of time.

One of them threw the ashes on the fire, extinguishing it. I was enraged. Why does he feel compelled to do so? "Don't come here, go away!" they said. Go!” And then she bolted.

What exactly did I do? Why would they flee instead of putting out the fire? I dashed towards them, intent on wreaking havoc on them. They mysteriously vanished the moment I touched them. It's as though they've never been there before.

"So, what happened?"

"Then you guys tracked me down and forced me to swallow that drug." Now I'm seeing pumpkin heads everywhere!" I can feel my gut churning.

"All the pill does is allow you to see your own species." It's completely safe."

"Am I of my own species?" Right now, I'm perplexed.

"Look at you," says the narrator. One of them stands in front of me with the mirror.

"Oh, I'm orange!"