As you go on and pick up the special glasses which makes everything you see humanoid, you begin to focus on that one particular wall. Filled with dread, now turned humanoid right in front of your eyes

An expanse of blinding white muscled skin fills your vision—It reminds you of that class field trip to the art museum if not the torn jeans on this ivory adonis’s lower body. But as your eyes continue to travel up and take everything in. You note that the similarities to a classic marble statue come to an abrupt and screeching halt at this guy’s face. He almost resembles a bleached blowing ball: his eyes are two dark and unreadable holes, his mouth nothing more than a thin line. He has no nose, no cheekbones, no ears… His shining white face is simply devoid of just about anything.

"Sup baby. That's a fantastic red shirt you've got. Could you guess who I am?"

You try to guess the worries of your estranged parents.

"Mommy and daddy issues huh? Nice, I can work with that. But no, not that. You see, I'm your overwhelming sense of existential dread. But my homies call me Doug."

And there he is, your overwhelming sense of existential dread turned humanoid right in front of your eyes