What finally touched the ground in front of them was not something that could be called a monster in any familiar sense, but a presence that felt wrong the moment it existed within their sight, as if reality rejected the shape it had taken.
Its body hung low and uneven, supported by elongated skeletal limbs that bent at unnatural angles. Its joints formed where there should be no joints, while its surface pulsed faintly like flesh struggling to maintain a form it was never meant to hold.
The head—or what seemed closest to one—was an ever-shifting mass covered in countless human eyes that varied in size and placement. Some of it embedded deep within folds of skin while the other eyes bulged outward, exposed and trembling.
Each eye looked unmistakably like human eyes, and that was what made it worse.
They were not empty or monstrous in the usual sense. They carried depth, faint reflections, even traces of awareness, yet none of them aligned with the others.
