“My dear… you’re marvellous”

He was grinning. That giant unnatural smile plastered on his face. Another avatar of the Spiral. Barely aware of what they truly were.

He had whisked them away to his corridors, through his doors to the centre of the Distortion.

The figure was spasming on the floor. Screaming. Becoming truly everything and nothing and lies and truth all at once.

They were screaming, but all Micheal could see was beauty. A maddening, twisting beauty.