Welcome to my closet. I step inside. The dark surrounds me and the soft rags hanging caress me and slide against my skin. I take off the human flesh and replace it with a new exterior thats more like latex. A smooth rubber exterior, and I shift. I stand still and bare, and I think about the things I've seen venturing into this realm. Waiting for my eyes to adjust to the lack of earthly light, my mind plays scenes with clarity and a far off sense of fictitious trickery.

Starscream

"The Creature on the Metal Mass" How I came across this creature is rather bizarre. She had no mouth to speak, only eyes to see. She had no arms to claw, no legs to kick, only a cage to rest her upper half upon in her simple silent existence. A cage much like that a seamstress might have used in a historical less technological time. A cage shaped like a floor length skirt, wide at the bottom, and sturdy metal. A criss cross structure glimmering in the dim light shining through at the top of the stairs. She was not flesh like I have flesh. I do not believe it is blood that wells inside her chest. She is merely a beige shape of a woman.. She was not finished, the state I found her in. I was not brought to her by screaming, no, it was by chance that I had wandered down into the dark.