In the mirror... I look in the mirror. Not a good idea in this mood. My eyes look cold, reptilian, hooded. Expressionless. Emotionless. Much the same as I feel. No trace of the slight irritability that is present in me, though.
They appear to collapse inwards towards my pupils. The pupils themselves appear to be rapidly changing size. This is probably just another of my visual disturbances, similar to the ones where objects appear to vibrate and completely vertical or horizontal edges will seem to be tilted, and nothing to worry about.
I have been given the eyes of a corpse...
My mouth looks too wide and turned down. And as for that bloody outbreak of pimples on my chin... !
I do not look like a person right now. I am a simulacrum, an ugly caricature made by some creature that had heard about people but had no experience of them.
I must be given as much pain as possible. My blood will flow and stain the land; it will pour forth and turn the seas red. I will scream silently in pain, in agony, but finally I will either die or become... human? Real? Alive?
In any case, something has to happen.
--- Breathing is important! If you don't breathe, your sound will deteriorate, your phrasing will suffer, and you will die.
