"...what fell from that fresh tear above, dropped without the least sign of menace.

An impossible tangle of limbs struggling to make

sense of itself. With a sudden convulsion, it was if it had been switched on and had immediately begun the seemingly impossible task
of unfolding itself. Those limbs splayed out and a being arose between them; shaking and unsure of it's own ability to carry itself,
much like a fawn after birth makes the uneasy discovery of it's inborn capacity to stand and move. This monster stood up for the first
time and observed the commotion it had created, which now surrounded it, and gears of cold logic began moving, allowing it to come
to it's first conclusion. We were all to be killed..."