# standing alone on the vast factory floor one hears a scuffle behind one's back a seven foot dimensional monk with a mirrored face they reach out and start to squeeze one's waist only trying to be friendly i guess frantic one pushes away at the mirror - suddenly watching it fracture backwards into terrifying emptiness the monk pulls one closer and a terrible wind starts to be heard through the hole that is ir face is witnessed distant impossibly massive crushing leviathan tentacles whipping in the void - smashing entire planets apart and destroying entire alien civilisations with unthinking indifference // republic of bob