Humans Shouldn't Be Here Once the animalistic, primal terror began to fade, he started to feel like he'd regained conscious control over his body. That's when he began to feel his mind unhinge. What on earth WAS that? No, earth wasn't the right word. That... thing... dismissed all laws of reality. So foreign was it, that the few glimpses he did catch in his mad escape seemed to be hardly defined. His vision blurred just looking at it. As if some pre-programmed function is his brain knew to block out the image, lest he go completely . Remembering it was like recalling a dream. He remembered the feelings more than the defined images and sounds. What images he did recall, he wish he could easily forget; writhing tentacles the size of tree trunks, teeth or mouths everywhere. And, god, the eyes! When it first appeared, he just ran, purely out of instinct. Like how you breathe without even thinking about it. It took a moment before he began to realize why he was running. Curiosity be damned! It had to be his imagination, it is dark, after all. Suddenly his stomach dropped. He felt a horrible sense of disquiet. Something was wrong. Before he thought about it, he began moving forward again... Something large flopped over the building behind him at the same time the ground to his left opened revealing teeth. What he thought was a wagon on his right, he now realized was a fleshy mass with eyeballs looking at him. The sky above him was whirling with clouds, no... tendons? This can't be! -My writing, Quick-Silver -Image credit unknown
