The creature stalks the halls, hunting while you cower in hiding. But you can only hide for so long, can you, before…what is it? Boredom? Curiosity? Something compels you to peek out for a brief glimpse of it?
It looks like nothing you’ve ever seen before—an impossible array of limbs, eyes, and teeth.
No, it looks like impossible geometry, self-intersecting and shimmering iridescence.
No, it looks like you, but with impossible power and contempt for life in the eyes.
What do you see, that you’re so unable to look away? Your gaze clings to it until it notices you. It turns and approaches slowly and deliberately, knowing you belong to it now. It will arrive and consume you utterly, and you don’t move.
Is that a smile I see on your face?