|From the rivers climbs a terrible, monstrous creature. Faceless, with cracked, rotten skin. Leaving behind a trail of slime, it goes searching for food. A stream of fog wraps the trees inside its deadly blanket, smothering everything alive, burning off their flesh with its poisonous air.|
The waters are dark, its surfaces glowing in the thin light of august moon. Something growls and gargles, and a hideous beast stretches its limbs, its slim frame like an ever-growing tree, emerging from the waves.
Two fragile, sleeping wings flutter in the night. The creature, astonished, sniffs and grasps, trying to reach the beauty with its twig-like fingers. Its hungry eyes become soft and silent, watching the bug take place on its hand.
It rips off her wings.