What damned atrocity stands before me? What unholy amalgamation of life and death is this? Staring at me. Hauntingly. I know I must flee, flee to mortal security away from this accursed place, but I cannot. Something keeps me from moving. Something makes my body, my will, not of my own. So I must stay and watch as those decrepit eyes burn and pierce into my soul. I must remain still as it approaches and brushes its long slender tendrils across my soft face. And I must accept as it digs my eyes out from my own sockets and affixes them into theirs.