blurred images; colorful and swiftly moving, but out of focus, too bright, flickering.suddenly it settles. still blurry, still too bright. a field, perhaps, but at an odd angle. clouds racing across the sky impossibly quickly, casting disorienting shadows.
something struggles out from an inky black pool in the ground... reaching, grasping. the grass smokes and withers under the thing's claws.
oh, it is hungry. it is so hungry. so close. it reaches. the smell of it is acrid. it reaches...
it is hungry. searing, burning agony. time seems to stretch, on and on and. it is hungry. it is hungry. it feeds, yet it is hungry. all things fall before it. the smell is overpowering. it is hungry. it is hungry. it consumes, yet it is hungry. it is hungry. it is so hungry.
it laughs, sickeningly, echoing until it is nothing but a distorted screech, meaningless, grating. it hurts. it hurts. it is hungry. it hurts.
anywhere but here...
everything is black
and cold
then, it is gone. the air clears. the shadows cease their constant flickering overhead. nothing but the familiar smell of grass and wet earth. the pain fades. was it real?
suddenly it seems so far away.