The eerie feeling that comes up when encountering something that is, almost, but not quite human-like. The unsettling sense of unease when encountering an entity that closely resembles a human but is not quite an exact replica. A near-human likeness to trigger an abrupt emotional shift into horror and revulsion. Bringing forward the appropriate set of human emotional reactivity when the subtleties of form and feature are seen, revealed as artificial – an imperfect mirage. Known my many names but never known in essence. The thing you can never quite put your finger on, that word that escapes your memory. Beldam, shape shifter, vampire, lycanthrope, wizard, changling, encatado, chupacabra. I know it as self. And just like the various monickers, I am known for what I am not. Binding, constraining, escaping, evading. Is this punishment? Is there any meaning to be made? Maybe I was sent to punish, sent to confuse.
#i am. Confront. OBEY. embRACE.
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