Those images are stills from the fevered dreams & nightmares of an infant.

Lucid confusion-Knowledge coalescing-Entity Massing-It owns us-We dance for it.

A visual clarity of our truth beyond the illusion we give ourselves?

Off world, dimesional tearing, a window of eye spy, but who or what is on the otherside?

We do not know this entity. We cannot comprehend it.
Yet it will know us to an attenuated point zero in the silent empty oblivion.
We are liquidised & strained under it's very gaze.



We are witness to our own hell.



Deeply, nakedly, unsettling.



This...

is...

not...

good.