Pallid Beast

Just before I attempted to find a way to make this realm mine…

Something slithered into my awareness.

Not a ripple. Not a whisper.

Something arrived.

A presence so utterly wrong that even before I saw it—my instincts screamed.

And then—

The world bent inward.

The air did not stir; it fractured, folding around an intrusion that had no right to exist. A grotesque shape coalesced from nothing, its form unraveling into being, as though reality itself was struggling to stitch it into coherence.

And what emerged should not have been.

It was fish-like, yet so much more abhorrent.

A grotesque mass of veined membranes, its slick, pulsating skin churning like a thing that had never stopped growing, as if its body was locked in an eternal, cancerous evolution. A creature malformed in the shape of hunger itself.

It shuddered. Twitching. Convulsing. Trying to adjust to the mere act of being perceived.