In my dreams, I continue to sense their relentless tearing at me. Since then, its true face has remained unseen, yet the vividness of its skeletal form, words, and actions deeply imprint on my memory. These recollections morph abstractly into images, each more peculiar and fascinating than the last. They entwine around me like sloths or corals, slowly consuming what seems to be a sturdy exterior. Adorned in deceptive splendor, akin to a lavish coat, their allure masks toxicity, relentlessly corroding my skin.